Yesterday I wrote about being grumpy as a result of not writing.
Later, I wrote some fast fiction that excelled in its suckiness.
However, I felt better for doing it,
and this morning, resolved to write something else.
Without censoring myself for additional suckiness.
Ladies and gentlemen, behold the uncensored product of Tracy’s mind:
MARKING TIME
I just saw a flicker poop
on the railing.
After he lured me to the window
with his urgent, chirpy call.
He pooped right in front of me,
then just up and flew away.
Without looking back.
Without acknowledging his audience of one.
And I’m left to wonder
what it is I’m supposed to do
now.
Oh, wait.
I know.
© 2010 Tracy Abell
Tracy Abell 
LOL, I see you’ve placed a copyright under the flicker’s sh**ty draft. 🙂
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Yep. I figured I need to take full credit for all content here today. 🙂
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LOL 🙂
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Gotta laugh, because sometimes the alternative just won’t cut it. 🙂
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*snapping my fingers* (applause for the poet)
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Ooh, I’m going to put on my black beret and then visualize you snapping those fingers!
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🙂
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Hee hee. I mean, ewww!!!
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We’re laughing about poop! HA HA HA….
(We have kids, so it all comes with the territory).
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Too funny! Talk about taking the moment and running with it. You inspire me to just sit down and WRITE.
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I see a story or poem about plumbing challenges in your future…
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🙂
All writing–yes, not equal, but important. Thanks for making me smile.
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I’m sticking with that “important” approach so I don’t get rusty in the meantime. Glad this made you smile, Sarah.
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