you didn't do bad
last night i told you thanks
for a lousy day and you
didn't get mad
i asked you to keep me clean
just today and somehow i am
i asked you to stop my dumb
mouth at the boss
he grinned when i left
said i'd done good
so thanks for a not bad day
can you do it again
i'd be much obliged
I'm participating in a poem a day challenge, writing recovery poems. This isn't me, it's my response to a directive to write a "praise" poem. But for some reason I felt like I needed to put this one out here on the web.
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