Tag Archives: Poets

Another Day

Another unproductive day. Another day of no writing. Another day of unfinished work. Another day of waiting on success to come. Another day of pondering the future.

Another day of pondering the political future. Another day of wondering how much longer the freedoms will last.

Another day of very little reading. Another day of disappointment. Another day of comparisons. Another day of longing.

Another day of exhaustion. Another day of lethargy. Another day of uncertainty. Another day wasted.

Another mundane day. Another routine day. Another hopeless day. Another day with a limited mind. Another day with stupid.

Another day with questions. Another day with failure. Another day of solitude. Another day of nowhere.

Another day with doubts. Another day with tyranny. Another day with debates. Another day with slavery. Another day with boredom. Another day with suck. Another day with breathing.

Another day with junk food. Another day with hypochondria. Another day of apathy. Another day of worry.

Another day with uncertainty. Another day with boredom. Another day with uncertainty. Another day with repetition.

Another day…

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The Old Man That Puts New Tires on His Van Every Single Week

Inspired by getting a new set of tires on my car, wondering what would happen if someone were to replace their tires every week, and assuming that if there was anyone that did put new tires on their car every week, it would be a delusional old man.

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There is an old man
That lives down the street
That puts new tires on his van
Every single week

His neighbors say he’s crazy
Every single day
But because he’s almost deaf
He can’t hear what they say

(The title of my poem reminds me of the title of this song).