The Predictable Old Workday Grind

Organ grinder Meat grinder Bump-and-grind The workday grind Get up, get out of bed Drag a comb across my head Yeah, Yeah, Paul: You knew that was coming -- Go to work Pour the coffee Water the plants Sharpen some pencils Head for the water cooler Trade some stories...gossip a bit Stall...stall...stall...and stall some more... Get to the meeting on time Look engaged Back to my cubby And then: What's this? A poem? A what? A poem! A poem appears comes flying from my fingers onto the keyboard up on the screen read... saved... printed … posted on social media... 'liked' All over the internet Gone viral I'm a thing a downright event! Yeah, sure I got canned Of course... Know anyone looking for a new poet? December 03, 2019 Predictable Poetry Contest Sponsor: Nina Parmenter