Entreaties

 

My gums are bleeding again.

There’s a stack of papers that need attention

But I can’t find my glasses.

My truck is making that funny noise.

 

I sleep too late

Because no one wakes me.

I don’t write

I feel it’s all been said.

 

I find I’m repeating myself

No one takes me seriously

Your point’s been made:

I am selfish and fickle,

Say whatever you like.

Come home.