losing ground

losing ground

A Poem by Entrelesnuages

Im at war with my kitchen floor

I may want it bad but Im scared flour wants it more.

I hold my ballonet broom ready to fight

But the crumbs in the corner arent ready to bite

The bullet just yet.

Theyre fighters. Some are vets

left from the candy scandal in april.

Plenty are gone but my quotas still not fill.

I grab machine gun mop and kill them in droves

But many just retreat to the hideout under the stove.

I stare past crossfires into the dirt

But looking into the trenches I must avert

my eyes. The quantity therein is no longer disguised.

They’re old but with age they’ve only become more armed.

I know even Clorox gas will leave them unharmed.

I cry out to my forces it’s time to retreat.

Perhaps merry maids can help me makeup for this defeat

 

But not today.

© 2012 Entrelesnuages


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Entrelesnuages
Entrelesnuages

San Francisco, CA



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I was born in NYC but I live in San Francisco. I live to read and write a little bit of everything. My favorite book would have to be Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell. I believe the secret of happines.. more..

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