So glad to be back to the Friday Fictioneers. I’ve really missed this group, writers, and friends. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Ted Strutz for this wonderful prompt. It’s a goodie.

Here’s an impromptu poem, I guess. It may not make a whole lot of sense….

Hope everyone is well!

(Poetry: 100 words)

From where I’m sitting

From where I’m sitting
size zero prefers sex over running
but looks great in a bikini.

From where I’m
sitting
you need to get off your duff and fluff
up a towel.
Take a shower. Contribute.

From where I’m driving
you’re
on my ass.
Get off my ass!
You get nowhere faster driving fast.

From
where I’m laying,
the glass, half full,
languidin the pond
with birds flying over,
shitting, but missing.

From
where
I stand,
It’s better
to speak
than to get
trampled
or
bumped.
Shat on or cursed. That
might be the worst.
Speak, be you…smile on.

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