Death by Inanimate Objects

one of those days when it seems like the whole world is out to get you.

 

When an alarm rips me from peace,

blankets try to strangle me,

then push me off the bed.

A sheet of paper

lying limply on a backpack

pokes at my mind, asking why

it is blank.

“Ran out of time last night?

What,

were you writing that stupid story

again?”

I tell it to shut up,

as math homework is supposed to be seen

and not heard.

It gives me the finger.

 

As shoelaces try to tangle

and a backpack threatens

to drag me down, I realize

 

a pen will get me through this day.

Author's Note

i'm not the only one who has these days, right??

Reviews

Awesome poem, I love the part where the math homework gives you the finger. That made me laugh.
But all of us go through this I think. I know I do.
Congrats on the nice write
-ST

[fireblossom]

Sweet poem. The way you describe the situation is precious. Loved this poem.

:-)

[Save the Trees, Save th..]

yea...i get in trouble all the time for putting off my "real work" for my writing....i swear i need a job that pays for my writing...lol as always nice write... u r so funny...