Tomorrow just called in sick. Says he’s
not showing up.
He asked Saturday to cover for
him - but that’s going to work.
*
Monday said no, and Tuesday told
him to fuck-off, still owes him
from the last time.
*
So, we’re skipping tomorrow altogether.
And going straight to the weekend.
Nights out, parties, hangovers,
and late-night reruns
of Saw I through IV.
*
Friday's gone.
So, wrap things up.
Tell the boss. Call your
Mom and change your plans,
tell everyone you’re sorry.
*
Send the kids to grandma’s,
cancel all the meetings and
head home a little early;
tomorrow is on the mend,
nothing more to be done.
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Joe Luca
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Once More Unto The Breach
He let the sword slip through his other gauntleted hand. Athlistan stood atop the crest of the rubble of Bordanium’s ruptured curtain wall. Beyond, the remnants of the Saxon’s first assault regrouped. They would come again–Athlistan knew it.
By Matthew Fromm3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Fabulously written!!! All to relatable!!! Loved it!!!💕❤️❤️
Ha! I love this. I felt this way exactly Thursday night. Just skip to the good part already! Really loving your poetic style, Joe.