Saturday, July 10, 2021

This Poem is for Sophie Haigney's Tweet. July 9.

 "Nothing like the extreme stress of trying to take a vacation :("


the bags are packed but I forgot

my toothbrush and my train of thought
this holiday is meant for peace
but that will take some elbow grease
eating out is still chaotic
and the wait staff still sclerotic
hotel rooms, airbnb --
there's no bath towels or soap, you see
any way you travel finds
some passengers who've lost their minds
and you'll begin to lose yours, too
with nerves that jump like kangaroo
when you travel with a crony
all you'll find is acrimony
vacationing this day and age
is stationary -- gah! -- road rage.

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