How Are You
I opened the door
and let the flood roll in
all I said was how are you
a plain simple answer
would have sufficed
but no... here it was
the whole truckload
of ungodly manure
dumped at my feet
piled so high up
my nose and ears
were full of it
not once but twice
and come to think of it
it’s every single time
I doubt I really need this
this isn’t sane or healthy
remembering I’m trying to
unclutter my own mess
clear my own backyard
AP: 1st place 2020
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