A Dull Overview of a Single Dreadful Day

            IF you are one of those people who despise everyone and everyone despises you, say I. I. I also despise bananas. There are many uses for bananas besides eating them. Composting is a good idea. Also, BANANA PHONE! Banana Phone, Banana Phone, Ring! Ring! Ring! Banana Phone...


              The other day, I was sitting at the lunch table all by myself, on the table to my right were kids howling with laughter and on the left` side was Sandra Wilson (I just made up that name) breaking down a box of Nerds that she just devoured. I stared and stared, then started this poem to show how I felt that day (and my entire life):

My life is like that box. My feeling full, but with just a single poke or pry, the good feelings leave without notice of company. I can be broken down, torn apart, and no one will ever know that I had many other usefulnesses. Containing small items, a finger puppet, or even a telescope. Now I am nothing. Nothing is something. Something is nothing. And in a way, I am both.

I felt envy.

I laughed.

I almost choked.

I cried.

My tooth hurt.

I left and wondered about.

Then I heard a loud shout.

I turned around and found a pebble.

I left and tripped.

My toe hurt.

I cried.