Image from wolfescape.com

Image from wolfescape.com

Monday slides into
my world like an awkward teen
fumbling for third base.

Tuesdays, wisdom teeth–
Painful, useless and not wise.
Evolve them away.

Cheap-ass company
Makes us bring food for pot luck.
I brought paper plates.

Thanksgiving food glut.
It’s so damn American.
I need bigger pants.

Ain’t no way, no how
I’m leaving the house today.
Fuck your Black Friday.

Written for this week’s
Daily Post Writing Challenge:
Haiku for five days