Monday Morning Blues, John Reeves [best detective novels of all time .txt] 📗

(Monday Morning Blues)

I had stayed up too late the night before.
The rain had come,
and flooded the living room floor.

The patched up roof didn't keep.
So I stood there pissed off,
in water that was ankle deep.

There was a flat tire on my truck.
It was parked in the mud and muck,
I shouted out "What the fuck."

I called to take a day off of work.
"Come in or your fired."
That man is a jerk.

My wife would get up, then she would see,
the water now shin deep,
and she'd blame me.

I got a pail to toss out the water.
When I noticed it getting deeper,
I thought why even bother?

The children were swimming in the floor.
"Dad can we keep it this way?"
They'd ask; floating on a bedroom door.

I wasn't sure things would ever be the same.
It probably would not,
and I'd be to blame.

Sanity is only a figure of speech,
That's not easy to say,
when the dining room looks like a beach.

Text: © John Reeves
Publication Date: 03-04-2012

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