Lame-ment-able
The taxes nearly overdue—
they’re not, but nearly—whew!
That stupid thing I keep getting billed for
finally emailed on—again.
That phone I’ve never backed up
due to too many photos and gigs—
I finally paid the 99 cents—
will need 15 hours to do the deed;
I hope it can do that while I sleep
and still wake me on a million snoozed alarms.
That inexplicable ankle twinge
that had me limping to the car
is finally gone, I think.
The white exhaustion around my eyes,
faint wrinkles pulled taut by strain,
is bleaching and leeching my mojo muse.
The to-go order binge still sitting heavy
is stirring up bloat and guilt in equal parts.
I haven’t even gotten the mail out of the slot yet.
I will sleep—the gift of the gods;
I won’t dream—that other gift—not tonight,
but perhaps on the weekend
without appointments or class…
I mean classes, of course.
When it feels like phoning it in,
even though you’re not…
o, lamentable;
o, lame.
This post is a blend of the A to Z Blog Challenge and NaPoWriMo. To read other A to Z bloggers, click here. Today, my NaPoWriMo post is off-prompt.
Pushing the Bruise 
I lament reading this. Seriously, I laughed my ass off even though only the first two lines rhyme. Too funny. Empty the mailbox wouldja?
LOL! Indeed I *did* go empty the mailbox straightaway. I’m glad you picked up on the intended humor of this piece.
I loved your tag DON’T JUDGE. No judgment here. I can tell you had some fun with this one, the lamentations of an overworked, overtired teacher. May the coming weekend restore you. Happy Friday, Ros!
Hah! The tag is actually Same Day Poem–Don’t Judge. It’s kind of what NaPo requires–same-day drafts. Fun! Messy!
Oh, and I’ve already had a nap and it was still light on a Friday afternoon/evening when I did!
Woo-hoo! You go, girl!
Happy Tax Day! 😛 But this was an interesting and fun poem. I can relate…. I’m finally cleaning out my email inboxes (all 4…. *sob*), that I let go since November.
Ugh! Four! I have three and it’s pretty bad. I was reading over at your blog (haven’t commented yet) and noted the accumulation of kuh-cray-zee. And you know? Sometimes life happens and freakin’ email can wait. Hang in there, hon!