A TUESDAY Poem
Ladies and Gentlemen,
TUESDAY CAN SUCK IT
(a deep and meaningful poem from Bucky)
Just beyond the darkest stretch,
Where rain clouds meet the sky,
Where birds are heard once again,
And sunlight paints the earth,
There's yet another storm cloud
That says, "HAHA, SUCKAS,
You thought the worst was through, but I-
Am here to kick you in the crotch after I already punched you in the gut because that's fun for me and I'm gonna send a tornado to suck any hope right out of your soul and shove it into a container and shake that container 'til its contents are broken and unrecognizable and I'm going to set it on the highest shelf and hide your ladder so you can't make a beautiful hope mosaic out of the broken pieces because I know you're good at mosaics and I'll laugh in your face when you suddenly get the hiccups and can't get rid of them AND AS I WALK OFF I'LL REACH OVER AND STEAL ALL OF YOUR CHEWY ICE BECAUSE I KNOW HOW MUCH YOU LIKE CHEWY ICE AND I'LL LAUGH SOME MORE."
The end.
Sorry...uh...it's been a huge laundry pile, no dinner started, kids fighting, bad news at the doctor, no wine in the fridge kind of day. I know tomorrow will be better; it always is. Just feeling dramatic for a moment.
Shoutout to all the moms and dads out there who've had a difficult day. Fist bumps and awkward side hugs from me to you.
Bucky
TUESDAY CAN SUCK IT
(a deep and meaningful poem from Bucky)
Just beyond the darkest stretch,
Where rain clouds meet the sky,
Where birds are heard once again,
And sunlight paints the earth,
There's yet another storm cloud
That says, "HAHA, SUCKAS,
You thought the worst was through, but I-
Am here to kick you in the crotch after I already punched you in the gut because that's fun for me and I'm gonna send a tornado to suck any hope right out of your soul and shove it into a container and shake that container 'til its contents are broken and unrecognizable and I'm going to set it on the highest shelf and hide your ladder so you can't make a beautiful hope mosaic out of the broken pieces because I know you're good at mosaics and I'll laugh in your face when you suddenly get the hiccups and can't get rid of them AND AS I WALK OFF I'LL REACH OVER AND STEAL ALL OF YOUR CHEWY ICE BECAUSE I KNOW HOW MUCH YOU LIKE CHEWY ICE AND I'LL LAUGH SOME MORE."
The end.
Sorry...uh...it's been a huge laundry pile, no dinner started, kids fighting, bad news at the doctor, no wine in the fridge kind of day. I know tomorrow will be better; it always is. Just feeling dramatic for a moment.
Shoutout to all the moms and dads out there who've had a difficult day. Fist bumps and awkward side hugs from me to you.
Bucky
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