In honor of Bad Poetry Day
(Aug. 18, 2013)
All alone with my thoughts
And a can of Campbell's soup
I light up a cigarette
And take it with my dinner
Out onto the stoop.
Sitting there I stare out
Into thin air
And think about the way
I'd wished my life
Might have been.
Still, I am happy enough
With my Chunky Sirloin and
My brew, in the shade,
On my stoop, being watched by
My snoopy landlady,
Because I don't care
What she thinks.
I know I have everything
A man needs to be happy.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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