The Poetry Marathon

Do you have rules about work

He may work a 9-5

But if I work a 12-9

And sometimes a 10-10

But occasionally a 1-3

Who wins

I already dreamed that this happened

And now, it’s happening again

Not a dream that you’d want to have, a dream of quite literally doing the dishes

The problem arises when you set birds for your alarm clock

It would be nice to even have a nightmare again

But if wishes were horses/

And globes were square/

And beggars could ride/

And a lie warn’t a lie/

I’ll have to try again tomorrow