Stick It On Backwards?

Fed up.
Sick of the way I think,
the way I talk.

I yank my head off,
throw it across the room.

Give it a little wake-up call.

Time for new ideas.
New ways of looking at things. 
Like from under the table 
where it lands in the dust.


I put it through the washing machine.
Freshen my outlook.

Run out of mischief.
Been there, done that.

It's not time to die.

Mary Winters