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
i keep humming a tune to the rhythm of what
i think might be my heart,
but it sounds a bit off,
so i don’t know if that a portent for things to come,
since i’m no doctor, nor should i pretend to be one
Fred Aiken Writing 