The Day Before Payday

And then
boredom
suddenly sat upon my head
like an ill-fitting hat,

and then boredom
pulled into my driveway
in its Ford Pinto,
barged in without knocking,
slapped its
ABBA's Greatest Hits album
on the stereo,
put its feet up on my coffee table,
set in
like rigor mortise,

and then
boredom descended,
taking up squatter's rights
on my lap,
remodeled my kitchen
in beige,
served itself like a
shit taco
on a Styrofoam plate,
with much ennui and malaise,

handed me an empty bottle
of Johnny Walker Black,
said "Here,
have one on the house."
Stuffed my pipe
with stale bread crumbs,
saying
"Have a smoke with your drink,
baby."

And then boredom
came tap dancing
into the room like Annie,
singing
"THE SUN'LL COME OUT
TO-MOR-ROW-
BET YOUR BOT-TOM DOL-LAR . . ."

so I stuck a Hershey's bar
in its mouth
and sent it packing.

Then boredom
got on a soapbox,
began pontificating about how
you're not the only one
going through this tonight,
there are millions of others,
etc., etc. . . .

"That doesn't help much",
I said.

So boredom breezed
back in
like Scarlet O'Hara
in a big stupid hoop skirt,
batting its eyelashes,
saying
"Afta awl,
tumarra es anutha daaay . . ."