2 Weeks of Hell
Today's Mother's Day Cafe closed, I scream.
Going bonkers place to place wheelchair bound.
To irked to do whatnot I let off steam ,
Saturday, same crap. I wheelchair around.
Last week Cafe closed 3 days,no daydream.
Ice water and popcorn ,diet not sound
Times like this I do not know what to do
I feel put off on I surely feel screwed.
Copyright © Larry mintz | Year Posted 2024
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