Accidental slip
Playful abandon
No thought involved
No morals
No devil or angel
It just is.
And
Now,
It's cracked
And
Damaged.
Painful to remove
A chore to make like the others
Because of idiocy?
Or
Because of cruel design?
Maybe neither and both.
Another stroke in the painting of whatever.
The gods and abyss yawns
The lions opted to sleep
The hyenas just tiptoed away
It's not worth it I guess.
There's nothing here but skin and blood underneath
So why a poem?
Why waste time on such a gross and forgetful thing?
Why not.
Love and despair isn't the only thing we poets have in mind after all,
Sometimes we want to write about annoyances
and
Fingernails that just won't go.
If you have a complaint,
Too bad.
It was your choice to enter this joint.
We don't care if you dance or not,
We only choose the music.
