I do not feel
like writing
a poem today.
But I made
a promise
and from it
I should not sway.
I'm groggy,
and hungry,
and bored
to boot.
And Im pretty
sure the point of
this poem is
moot.
But I met my daily goal
and today, that is all that
really matters.
Now, I will go
to feed my face
and get a little fatter.
Noemi Lee
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trash-poem/
