figures on your
birthday I'd forget my
wise ol' hat in a girl's
pad far from home,
lose my phone the
instant I put it down,
toast an english muffin,
only to forget it until I'm
half way up the street
and running for the bus,
no chance of going back,
pay way too much for
another breakfast,
show up late for work,
(to work anyway, injustice!)
like really late, having to
sneak in so I'm not seen,
spilling coffee on myself
in the process,
sitting down at my desk,
on a beautiful spring day,
stuck inside, too many ideas
in my head to write out,
not being able to figure
when and where I should start.
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