I am sick: achey, sore, and
feverish. I can’t think straight.
I watch bad movies because
that’s all my brain can handle.
Well, cooking shows too, but the
food looks unappetizing.
So, here is my poem for
today. Sorry it’s so bad.
/ / /
I just couldn’t manage a poem at all yesterday, so here’s this one – a day late and a dollar short.