Getting out on the weekend - a fun and relaxing day - a poem. |
We appear to stew and spare Each their rhythmic altruism - Inclined to be spot-on, Yet clueless and auspicious And quite austere; The familial journey, With its atrocious atmosphere, Is laden with despairing And dissipating hiccups. We shoulder as much temperate And mild joy as we can shake From our canisters of sugar, Filling our mouths With delicious coffee And juices… Our devices await those enjoyable, Delicate, deceitful energies And contemporaneous mentions - We explode through our enterprises Such as television programming And studies with a strutting, Strident gear; Then meals are smartly enjoyed With the household’s enjoyable And engaging guests - A social experience In which our relations Might be furthered As prominent BFF’s Instead of the most irritating And ambivalent ties And romantic connections. Then we find a place to go, Somehow leaving this rich habitat For an outdoor adventure or party, Or regularly scheduled sport or hobby, To manage the homely And capable captivity With an enterprising, fun journey - Escaping the normally predictable And duplicitous rigamarole For a reason - A forgiving, Formative outlet… |