A bad day

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Today was a bad day

At least from my point of you

I woke up, got dressed as usual

The normal things that people do

.

In preparing for their day

Got my phone and my keys

I’m heading out the door

Bumped my forehead; couldn’t see

.

the roof above me

You know, the one in the car

Got a ways down the road

But didn’t get far

.

Down the street; traffic, horrific

Way far above the norm

Even my usual short lane

Was crowded with some form

.

Of a wedding procession

Moving at a snails pace

The new receptionist isn’t working

So why’s she in this place

.

Of business full of shady characters

Who connive to survive

And their wit all gangster

You can see it in their eyes

.

Glance across the parking lot

Looking for a close space

Ended up on the last row

More frowns on my face

.

To face I came to be

With a colleague and/or peer

“We’ve lost several keys”, he said

“Do you have any here?”

.

We go again

Will this day ever end

Thank God it’s time to go

My poor soul needs to mend

.

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