Some will go out and cause mayhem. Some will hurt themselves. On the rare occasion I drink more than a beer or two, I drunk post to social media, delete the posts shortly afterwards, and then write a poem about it, tossing in a gratuitous Pet Shop Boys reference in the process…
Musings
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Nothing like a minor meltdown to clear the air, eh?
Love,
Kevin
(3 August 2019)
Politics, Pts. 1 & 2 (a poem)
Listening, but otherwise staying out of it…
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
How can you give me a “trigger warning” if you don’t know what triggers me?
Love,
Kevin
(2 August 2019)
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
You and August are in cahoots, aren’t you?
Love,
Kevin
(1 August 2019)
Coming soon to a Thursday near you (a poem)
What else will be on the list by then…
Solution? (a poem)
If it were only that simple…
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
You must be mistaken. I did not order the lower back pain…
Love,
Kevin
(29 July 2019)
This morning (a poem)
And every day another one…
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Coffee time!
Love,
Kevin
(28 July 2019)