Third Shifter Fog
Coming off third shift..
My brain was in a fog..
Feeling worn and old..
I arrive home, tired as a dog..
Went to get a drink..
Spilled some water on me..
Went to grap a sponge...
It was~a rice crispy treat!?
My knees were aching..
And so was my back..
I squeezed and smeared..
Dropping the~ toothpaste cap?!
Reaching for a bag of cereal..
I was feeling very hungry..
Only to discover flavors of fish..
This tasted kinda funny!!
I decide I needed mouthwash..
To rid this awful taste..
Washing my mouth out..
What?! This was Liquid soap..
So, I spit in haste!
Nighttime came again..
I am getting ready for work..
Walking groggily outside..
I button up my shirt..
What's that awful smell?
Someone bellowed out..
I looked around and wondered..
What was the yelling all about?!
They pointed at my feet..
One dressed in black..
The other in dark blue..
Totally disgusted I was..
At the culprit of the smell..
On the bottom of my shoe!
Copyright © Erin Werner | Year Posted 2009
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