Journey Calls

As you wake up on a Saturday

unknowing of what the future is

you pack your bags, and embark

on a mission, possible doomsday

you stand up, a needle pierces your sole

yelling in anguish, you stumble and tumble

quite the omen, have mercy on your soul

a journey so dangerous, precursed by pain

one would be scared, riddled with disdain

opening the fridge, everything has rotted

that includes that apple you desired

on an empty stomach, you showered

tragically enough, with little shampoo

you even slipped on the floor, what a klutz

today could not get any worse, is what you figured

putting on your coat, two of its buttons fell off

walking outside of your apartment complex

revealing the city of New York, wanting to take off

all of your plans came to an abrupt halt

when just like in the cartoons, men holstering a piano

accidentally dropped it, and flattened you

making one question the plausibility of it all.

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