Sleepover

After supper,

My friend was bushed,

Worked all night seven to three night before,

Went and went like the energizer bunny,

Eleven thirty my adopted little sister of fifty-night to tired to go on,

Went to sleep in her chair,

I on her low ass couch,

A couch as low as my grandma’s,

I was set though her toilet is low too,

I brought a porto-pottie,

A pint container from Walmart’s yogurt,

My major concern was how will I rise to go potty,

Rise I did,

Took some figuring,

My kitties were all alone,

Got to get my rent/taxes/utilities and extra Monet my landlords wives recharging me in the mail today.

Lesson I learned if no gas stay home,

Trust you,

To much is to much,

My legs are swollen and hurting,

My day has to wait to commence,

I get one palldry check a month,

It never stretches to cover food,

Looking for work with out gas to get there and in need of an oil change is not do able,

Guess I’ll go back to sleep,

Thirty miles to dang far to walk with a cane,