Tuesday, April 29, 2014

It Has Jumped the Track

In honor of my current attitude, I have a poem for you. I did not write it, I do not know who wrote it, but Anonymous Poet, you are my hero because you have captured today's mood EXACTLY. 
My Job
It’s not my job to drive the train,
The whistle I can’t blow.
It’s not my job to say how far
The train’s allowed to go.

It’s not my job to blow the horn,
Nor even clang the bell.
But let the damn thing jump the track 
And see who catches hell.

My computer is still dead. I am not dealing with this well.

And how are YOU today?

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