My Oxymoronic Poem
Waking up that day with a silent scream
while feeling a sense of dread,
having dreamt about a sanitary landfill
and the living dead,
And later driving on the parkway
to my small crowded cafe,
ordered some jumbo shrimp
which I more or less ate,
Looking around noticed some
people who acted legally drunk,
as I tried to act naturally trying
not to stare at the slovenly punks,
I kinda sorta finished my meal
and out loud said good grief,
payed the exorbitant price and
went to the bathroom for some relief,
And feeling pretty ugly like an albatross,
while in there applied a little lipstick gloss;
and while leaving felt like I committed some crime,
hoping next time I'll notice the proper bathroom sign,
Then drove home and
parked in my driveway,
waved at my resident alien
across the street way,
Walking in my house I
found missing my sock,
my passive aggressive husband
between a hard place and a rock,
Showing me an exact estimate
which he got for our roof,
I said I got the same difference
which he clearly misunderstood,
And finally before retiring,
listened to some soft rock,
holding onto my genuine imitation
of my now found once lost sock.
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