![]() A Case of the Muck ItsA Poem by Heretic![]() Just a little something I wrote for a contest. Figured I'd give one of those a go![]()
Morning sun shines through my window Under the shadow of sleep, my eyes drift awake Can today be different than yesterday? King of No Pants, I've earned that title proudly
Maybe today will be different Understatement of the century Candice wants to hang out today Killer Klowns from Outer Space is on, though
Muck it. I don’t want to do anything today.
My friends call. We’re supposed to meet at the mall. Under my sheets, I feel most comfortable Calling and calling they do Killing them is not an option
Momentarily, I reach for my pants Under my bed, they sit Can I explain this Buddhist feeling I have? Kyle calls again. I answer
This was just a preamble to my “Muck Its” A feeling I get quite often
My muscles relaxed Unrelenting laziness engulfs my body Creedence Clearwater only making me feel more relaxed Kelly Clarkson, on the other hand, forces me out of bed
Night falls against the landscape of Regrets fill my head from this past day I should have went to the gym I should have gotten out of the house
The blue bed was my sanctuary today My fingers pounding away at the keyboard That was my escape I’m sure my friends will forgive me Every once in a while, everyone has…
A case of the Muck Its © 2008 HereticAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 18, 2008 Last Updated on August 18, 2008 Author![]() HereticHotel, CAAbout"This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us." ~Rorscha.. more..Writing
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