Rainy Monday Mule
Turning my nemesis-alarm off,
I wonder at racket lacking stop
before seeking me thru caffeine.
Pouring coffee, I yawn glance up
and feel mood hope end abrupt.
Sheet rain with winds off the chain
are attacking my window pane.
Another Monday aloofness move
to define me as society’s mule.
Someone really should reboot
all customs man thinks of use,
like battling storms nature fueled.
Dandy, just dandy, Monday abuse
forcing me in to a quick-quick scoot.
No time to think or even pack food,
For rush I must to the theft of calm
by first car-crawling my stress to harm.
... CayCay Jennings
February 22, 2018
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2018
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