Thursday, May 13, 2010

Beautiful Day, My Ass

“It’s a beautiful day,” the house-painter said
each morning as I went out,
and it always seemed such garbage to me.
I’m sure that sunny days must be of worth
To those who work outdoors,
But I don’t work and I’ve been sick so long,
It doesn’t mean a rat’s-ass thing to me.


Current draft: 5/4/2010
Created on 5/4/2010 1:36 PM

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