A.M. Blues Minus One
A neighbor is running the vacuum.
Whether or not she is cleaning--
Well, that's another thing.
It's 7:00 a.m.
And the dirt won't wait.
By 8:00 a.m.
It'll be too late.
I grab my pen
And my white-noise machine;
For these are my sanity
While the inmates run free.
Copyright © Orma Sullivan | Year Posted 2007
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