I’ve seen that done, I think. Or
maybe I’m thinking of singing
“Row, Row, Row Your Boat”
in 1st grade; I get confused
sometimes. As if to say
“this is how dull my worklife
is.” Which for sure conceals
the a-bombs and f-bombs
that turn the cowgirl pin-ups
into a blight of barnacles
on the once-bright walls.
Origami the sirens into
comfort shams before
bed. Crippled Monday
mornings. Generic,
perhaps, but they
both seem nice
online.
mornings. Generic,
perhaps, but they
both seem nice
online.
