I pick up my badge and
pay card tomorrow
For adult hospice.
Was on pins and needles
And kept waking up.
No walk per se. Just walking at work.
It’s officially Christmas.
Usually the day after my birthday
Is when it starts.
Yummy salad.
Rats. Someone ate my eggs.
Way to go, Crayola!
I don’t miss this rat bastard.
I hope he is found guilty of treason
And sentenced to life in prison
Without the possibility of parole.
And take all his buddies with him.
To drop the ball in a pandemic is
Crimes Against Humanity.
Definitely time for new keys.
And new doors.
And new - well, everything!
Can it be?
It’s up to me!
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