A picture’s worth a thousand words,
but I’m pretty sure that’s an exaggeration
in this case,
depending on your proclivities
and how you deconstruct images,
but when I look at this photo I took today,
I admire the roses
which have struggled against all odds,
eg, the many odd ways I have neglected them,
oh jiminy crickets, roses, I am so sorry!
(Thank you to my husband for rescuing them
and how tidy does my desk look?)
Wow. But, note to self,
don’t open the drawers.
For the love of God
The moral of this story is that
well, there isn’t one, however,
in a quiet corner,
a small, black object sits,
object of scorn and derision.
I look at
my computer mouse.
My expensive, non working
Yes, that’s right mouse.
You cower, like the coward you are,
But you also managed
to end up in an ironically, prominent
Just like the narcissist you are.
Now you will tell everyone
it’s all my fault,