On the rush,
can’t find anything.
Murphy’s Law
around every corner.
Call in the troops,
the lines are down.
I guess
it’s all on me.
Too much to fill the time,
not enough time to fill.
Author's Notes/Comments:
I spent most of my morning preparing for the party, so I barely had a chance to squeeze in this poem, but I did, and that circumstance provided its own subject matter.
Oh yeah, a lot of time was spent in making the new board for my mattress support.