The Parting
I sliced through my bagel, onions and all,
watching two halves flank my knife and then fall;
And there in that instant, decided that I
should not stop myself with a severance so small.
My hand sent the blade crashing down through the plate, its shattering tune did my eardrums elate; I turned to the counter, told it goodbye, and threw myself headlong at my now sealed fate.
Sawing through cupboards and saucepans and grills, never before had life borne such thrills; Down through the floorboards my dagger did fly digging deeper and darker than oilmen’s drills.
Through the earth’s layers my bayonet burst, ’til into the caverns of Hell I’d immersed; Hungering now in the fires I just sigh, why didn’t I think to eat breakfast first?
My hand sent the blade crashing down through the plate, its shattering tune did my eardrums elate; I turned to the counter, told it goodbye, and threw myself headlong at my now sealed fate.
Sawing through cupboards and saucepans and grills, never before had life borne such thrills; Down through the floorboards my dagger did fly digging deeper and darker than oilmen’s drills.
Through the earth’s layers my bayonet burst, ’til into the caverns of Hell I’d immersed; Hungering now in the fires I just sigh, why didn’t I think to eat breakfast first?
30
06 2009
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This is like a completely accurate description of most of my mornings at the office…