I shoulda written a poem about mold
and the long rainy days
but I didn’t
I shoulda written a poem about
the man downstairs barbequeing
in the early spring with the neighbour
screaming at him to put his shirt on
but I didn’t
I shoulda written a poem about
waiting in the bank for 2 hours
starting at 212 and getting to 272
and then the computer going down
(my number being what is was 303)
but I didn’t
Why?
Becuz…..no one woulda read it.
Shoulda, woulda, coulda
but I didn’t
