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.