For Whom the Bell Tolls...

My bills are late,
the rain won't stop;
my back aches, the earth quakes...

I've a dozen eggs and one life,
two pounds of bullshit and this:

We are not immortal, 
nor very bright, thus I
wish I were Macbeth...

Damn the laundry.
Damn the cheese.
Damn everything...

...and everyone.

I've an inclination
They were thirsty
and couldn't be bothered
with a poem
as silly as this one.

~for Marlys Bonnetti