Don't Assume Anything Is Wrong At All

Alright peoples. Here's this week's poem. I was very highly debating writing one less sappy, and more in tune with the "random observations" as I've been preferring lately... but I still happened to write this anyways, and my whole purpose in blogueing all these poems were to diversify and post each and every poem I wrote. I guess this includes the more emotional ones that just randomly fly onto the paper, so here it is.

It's Three Thirty In The Morning

Alright... I guess this is just a quick poem I wrote up last night / this morning, when I realised I didn't have anything written yet!  I guess it technically describes my life in general... or at least, most nights.

Future Regrets Not Withstanding

Wrote this in the middle of the night the other day.  It's a fair recession back to my older style of writing, but that just comes naturally to me at times.  I can't say it's a bad thing though, because I really think this is one of the best I've written in a while.

New Products

This week's poem.  I really love these dialogue-driven poems.

NEW PRODUCTS

"I'm really sorry,
but we're going to pass."

"But sir,
I worked on this presentation
for over a month."

"Yes, well I don't feel
this product is very condusive
to our customer base."

"So what you're saying
is that no one
wants to buy
deep-fried mustard salami
covered in fudge?"

"I think I'm
gonna be sick."

Forced Boredom

Today's poem is something I wrote after work on Friday.  I could have written more, but I really was too bored to even do that.  Go figure.

FORCED BOREDOM

I've been off work
for a half-hour already.
My ride isn't done yet.

So here I sit,
at a chair in the back room.

Not much is going on.
I already cleaned and
rearranged my desk.

Lindsay just blew her nose
and said "Dammit."

Watching someone else type
really isn't as much fun
as you would think.