NPR droned on about Donald’s tweets,
while I searched in my laundry basket for something chic
and wished I could hug Meryl Streep
if only I had time to brush my teeth.
The day featured long meetings,
tired greetings, and cups of tea
I stressed over my badly covered acne
and wished there was time to daydream.
Now I’m writing when I should be asleep
very much regretting my rhyming scheme
a paper cut has got me really, really piqued
but honestly, doesn’t that just make this day complete?