Third Shifter Fog
Coming off third shift, My brain in a haze… Feeling worn and ancient, Dragging through the day’s maze.
I got home exhausted— As tired as a dog. Reached for a drink— Spilled water in the fog.
Grabbed for a sponge… But what did I meet? In my sleepy confusion— A Rice Krispie treat?! ??
My knees were aching, And so was my back. Tried to brush my teeth— Dropped the toothpaste cap!
Rummaging for cereal, With hunger in my belly, Found a bag and took a bite— Wait... was that jellyfish deli?! ????
Ran for mouthwash To cleanse that awful taste— Gargled boldly— Soap?! I spat in haste! ??
Night crept back in. Time to get dressed. Buttoned my shirt… Gave it my best.
But outside in the breeze— Someone gave a yell. “What is that smell?!” I couldn't quite tell…
Then I looked down— One shoe was black, one was blue. And on one unlucky sole… Was the culprit of the pew! ????
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