Psychosis

Lorna

I settle me down

Just to relax

But then damn and blast

There's a hole in my slacks.

 

My favorite sweater

Is getting old

It's hard to stay warm

Because of the holes.

 

The mats on the table 

Were lovely and new

Stains appeared so it's off

To the garbage with you.

 

I'm patching and fixing

All over the place

I want to be perfect

It's some kind of race

 

It's worse with the glasses on

Awful to witness

The dust tries to fly

And it's making me witless

 

Oh for the day 

When my eyesight is going

Then it all can take place

With me never knowing.

  • Author: Lorna (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 22nd, 2018 04:32
  • Comment from author about the poem: I don't wear "slacks" by the way - but it rhymed. Jeans and leggings for me.
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 37
  • Users favorite of this poem: Aislinn Wilson, Adam Shirley
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  • orchidee

    Good write sr.

    • Lorna

      Thanks Orchidee! Good morning!

      • orchidee

        Some sort of OCD 'psychosis'?

        • Lorna

          Just routine trying to keep the house clean! I think most women have it!

        • Michael Edwards

          Always look on the blind side of life - love it sr.

          • Lorna

            Thank you Michael!

          • Aislinn Wilson

            Great description

            • Lorna

              Thank you Aislinn!



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