Emulating the Dog

The dog's outstretched, asleep in the sun.  I plan to be
Likewise soon.  I'm sick.  Things are not right in my
Stomach and head, so I'll put off the tasks I had hoped
To be doing.  I won't go to school, though I will do some
Shopping.  We're down to our last rolls of toilet paper,
A dangerous state of affairs.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-05-08 at 16:53

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