i don’t know what to watch next,
i don’t know what to read next,
i’m uncertain of all the choices presented to me as an option,
so i suppose i might just sit in a corner
of a dark room where no one can find me,
just so long as you let me know when i can come out next
i kept finding empty bags of ranch doritos
in the trash can of the shared bathroom at work,
which made me believe that one of my coworkers
could not go to the bathroom without having a snack,
and so i tried snacking while going to the bathroom myself,
and now i’m addicted to eating pretzels while on the john
i forgot to write something clever,
so in haste,
i came up with this lame excuse for a poem,
and hopefully it will help me pass
my imaginary quota to feel productive
Fred Aiken Writing 