The POTW: Verse Til It Hurts


POTW #752
(Week of 16 January, 2011)

No matter how much I studiously ignore it, the pile just insists on getting bigger.

In Box

O gloomy looming stacks of mail
How daunting are your pages
Responsibilities wait and wail
In folded paper cages
Procrastination's thin entrails
Digest their borrowed wages
Rampant growth is not curtailed
Its parchment scales
And typeset nails
Construct a jail
With escalating bail
Swelling from the constant postal fountain
Inevitably must collapse the mountain
Which would come as comforting relief
Except that I'll be buried underneath

Copyright © 2011 by Dave Grossman

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