A really bad day

A poem/story about a very unfortunate man named Paul

Paul woke up on a Monday, feeling slightly out of sorts

At the corner of his desk sat a bunch of unfinished reports

 

The sun was shining through a dusty brown curtain

He remembered it as white, but he couldn’t be certain

 

As he sat up he realized he had a pounding headache

He reached for the painkillers he knew he had to take

 

But with a quick shake he realized there were no pills in the box

His naughty eight year old son had replaced them all with rocks

 

Paul put the box back and sighed as he got dressed

He knew if he didn’t get coffee soon he would get really depressed

 

In the kitchen his cup of coffee sat waiting on the table

But as he walked towards it his foot caught on the ironing cable

 

The iron fell down and hit his foot with a bang

He started yelling so loudly that his ears rang

 

A blackish blue bruise started spreading on his toe

And on top of it all he had spilt all the joe!

 

This was turning out to be one hell of a morning

Unfortunately Paul didn’t see it as a warning

 

At least the painful toe made him forget his throbbing head

He was right as he thought “I should probably go back to bed”

 

He bit his teeth together and tried to ignore the pain

And then he grabbed his suitcase and stepped out into the rain

 

He checked his watch and groaned as he walked out of the gate

Cleaning the mess in the kitchen had made him really late

 

He would have to leave the unfinished reports in his room

But if he made it to work he could avoid total doom

 

Paul tried hailing a cab as he took out some cash

But the taxi drove through a puddle, drenching him in a splash

 

He sent the driver a gesture that is considered quite rude

This day was putting him in a seriously dark mood

 

As there were no more taxies in sigh, he started walking down the street

He was heading for the station, not ready to admit defeat

 

Paul arrived at the station and waited for the train

Since he was already drenched, he didn’t mind the rain

 

As he stood there a man came up to him, asking for a smoke

Paul thought to himself “this guy is obviously broke”

 

And of course he was right, the guy was a bum

He just kept standing there and then he started to hum

 

Paul was soaked to the bone and losing his patience

If the guy didn’t leave, he’d give in to violent temptations

 

The fellow came closer, invading his space

Paul suddenly snapped “GET OUT OF MY FACE!”

 

The guy got annoyed and gave him the finger

But it was probably wise of him not to linger

 

For the morning had left Paul with a really short fuse

He thought “if anyone messes with me now, they will be subject to ABUSE!”

 

Paul nearly screamed as he saw the train drive away

The bum had made him miss it, and that was not OK

 

There was a meeting at work that he could not miss

If he did, his boss would give min the death kiss

 

He tried a cab again, this time with more luck

But since the bum had stolen his wallet he was still quite stuck

 

Poor Paul realized it was too late and released a quiet sob

It was clear to him now; he had certainly lost his job

 

He stretched his arms out and yelled towards the sky

“OK, I give up! I will now go and die!”

 

An old woman stepped up and wacked him with her cane

“Stop screaming you fool! You sound quite insane!”

 

At this point he was afraid he had wished his sanity goodbye

He stomped down the road with a mad gleam in his eye

 

He entered a liquor store as he started to think

“The only thing that can help now is a really strong drink”

 

Paul stepped up to the counter and said with emotion

“If you don’t give me vodka there will be an explosion”

 

The girl behind the counter did as he said

She was afraid if she didn’t she would end up dead

 

Paul took the bottle and sat down in a park

His plan was to sit there until it got dark

 

He would drink his vodka till he got thoroughly intoxicated

Maybe then his thoughts of worry would be annihilated

 

As he sat there and drank he was feeling kind of blue

It didn’t get better when a dog came and peed on his shoe

 

To make the hell complete he was spotted by his ex-wife

He gave her a mean look and exclaimed “F**K MY LIFE”

 

The evil woman called the cops to come and pick him up

They dragged him to his feet and gave him water in a cup

 

The cop said “Sir, you have to come with us, and don’t try being clever”

Paul replied “I don’t care what happens anymore. This has been the worst Monday EVER!”

 

The cop didn’t answer though it looked like he might

At last he said “You know that today is Sunday, right?”

Reviews

[M.A. Van Dyke]

Ha! Nice! Let me know if you'd like a more in depth review. Buena suerte and good night!

[sweet candy]

i enjoyed reading this poem soo much that i could read it again
i really like all the ideas you came up with to make that day awful and i luv most is that you still made it ryhme,very good work
i am looking forward for you next poem :)

[stef.lee]

made me laugh and i really enjoyed how the sound of it flowed.
awesome job :)

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Oh WOW!!! This is awesome,
I really loved this and all you put into it.
Amazing write!!!