My Litany

No, it's not your imagination. It rhymes.

You are the new Microsoft Word that should work

Instead you throw me a beach ball and laugh like a jerk

 

You might even be the pencil that’s out of lead

You just like to mess with my head

 

Come to think of it, you’re a lot of things:

The outlet that doesn’t give power to my computer

The black pixel on a screen that hinders my view

The batteries that die when I need you most

 

But you’re most certainly not the dim light on the ceiling

Or the paint on the wall that’s peeling

 

You’re not the annoying light when I’m trying to sleep

Or the muddy hill that’s way too steep

 

But you are the light switch that’s easy to find in the dark

You’re also the fruit filling in the toasted pop tart

 

You happen to be a lot of things,

But you’re not the howling wind at night.

I’m the howling wind at night

And Christmas Morning.