I alone on dreary day with bin rescued Kahlua and Paper Folding Fun 5
Fumbling at threads and clacking tired tongue against rented dentures
Falling in and out of consciousness in luke-warm bath
Wrapping towel around head til neck hurts
Blurting indiscriminately
Partly farting.
"What's that?"
Clattering bin lids
Metallic scratches of Shatner's Bassoon
Causes I to shat I's pants Home Alone at noon
What worrying troublesome something scurrying hurriedly
Dressing gown, dressing down frown, dressing messed with brown mounds
Rolled up paper, alertly ready to face impending danger, sweat neck drips, air whips
Power Ranger.
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