Happy Epic Palindrome Day!
Ok, that’s not really a thing. I just…
*sigh* I’m a little off from all of the serious and ADULT-like writing I’ve been doing lately.
I’m overcompensating with frivolity. It happens.
Here’s your Verse, you ungrateful math-hater (oh and by the way, it’s quirky too).
While you were asleep, I borrowed your pen and scratched ink over that dreadful book you’re writing.
Just a reminder that this was once my house, before you banged open the door and disturbed my rest.
Before you halted my slumber with your key-clacking and plastered that fluorescent post-it monstrosity over my Schumacher wallpaper.
Of all the idiots to suffer, why’d it have to be a writer now at my desk?
What editorial mistake did I make in life to land you here?
I fixed your opening line.