Inanimate Thoughts
Our car must wonder why the heck
It isn’t being used.
Cosmetics in my make-up drawer
Are equally confused.
My pocketbook forlornly sits,
Sure it’s been left behind.
My brand-new jumpsuit in the closet’s
Crowded and confined.
My MetroCard and cash are tucked
Inside my wallet’s folds,
Perplexed at never leaving,
Stuck inside their stuffy holds.
I must be going crazy
Thinking ‘bout these lifeless things
But when boredom is the way of life,
Some merriment it brings.
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