January is spaghetti month. Are you excited? All posts made during January have been brought to you by Spaghetti. Spaghetti and Communism. A very delicious combination.
A poem, in free verse:
A bird is on the Windowsill
Waiting
For his Tax returns.
He Stops
And looks
At his watch,
Which is a Knock-off
But resembles a Rolex.
A storm rises
In the East.
He Raises his head,
Sipping his diet soda.
Any Moment now, it will come.
A gust of wind.
He opens the mailbox
Blindly
Thunderously.
There is a bill.
There is a coupon.
There is an LL Bean catalog.
He takes it
And marches into the Shadows.
He will Buy some long underwear
And a new Tent.
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