Mind Map © Adam Sicinski
Cleaning Out
Oh, to be free and clean!
Far from all the seen and unseen.
All of the garbage piling up,
plugging the hole in the dike,
of my ever more flotsam dream.
I tackle one with gusto every day,
but two more unexpectedly appear,
like eye floaters in my ear,
I can neither see or hear.
I try to stamp them out,
starting calmly not to shout.
But AI on the end of the line,
does not understand my need,
puts me on hold for greed.
Wish I could just throw it all out,
give everything a fresh head start,
turn my old into new art.
But all I do is just fart.
Farting in the wind like a dog,
barking at the moon.
Crap not going away, anytime soon.
Oh, well. When I finish this poem,
I will try again tomorrow.
Copyright © Ronald W. Hull
7/6/23
You can read and print this poem at my website here.
Regis (Reg) 🙏🎸🎵🎻😎
David
I love the way you express and share your feelings and thoughts.
Your humor brought smile to my face.
Tomorrow is a new day and that is the beauty of it.
Shervin