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I filled my day off
With my own task list, not work’s
The clock laughs at me

We know it’s chaos
But we go about our day
Act like it’s normal

The day drove its route
I rode along a bit bored
Slow pace was a treat

Trump plays his bluff game
But he’s the game, they play him
Congress grabs popcorn

Remember Biden
His mental fitness challenged
Nothing left for Trump

Lottery scratchers
Gifts for three April birthdays
Two winners, I lost

The clock’s arms still spun
While the couch tricked me to sleep
Haiku calmly waits

Despite pelting rain
We strolled through the neighborhood
As Uptown shimmered

His staff shoved aside
Now the sucking up erupts
Trump detours the news

Work days leave their mark
After weeks of hit or miss
Long lunch fixes it