Below is the poem entitled Third Shift which was written by poet
Noon. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Coming off third shift my brain was in a
Feeling worn and old, I go home tired as a
Went to get a drink, spilled some water on
Went to grap a sponge and it was a rice
My knees were aching and so was my
I squeezed and smeared as I put back on
the~ toothpaste cap?!
Reaching for a bag of cheap cereal I was
Discovering flavors of tuna and meat, this
tasted kinda funny!!
I decided I needed some mouthwash to rid
this awful taste..
Washing my mouth out, this was more like
liquid soap! I spit in haste!
Nighttime came again..I am getting
dressed for work..
I walk outside, I stepped on some leaves,
as I buttoned up my shirt.
What is that awful smell? Someone
I looked around and wondered, what was
the yelling all about?
They pointed at my feet, one in black and
the other in dark blue..
I was totally disgusted mixed with
embarrasent at the crap on my shoe!