Day Fifty-six

Today's words:

Pile

Worry

Drug

Table

Badge

Metal detector

I left my dirty clothes in a pile

When I went to bed last night. But why worry?

It's not like anyone will see. The drug-

Sniffing dogs aren't interested and the table

Is clear. That's my badge

Of honor - that and the metal detector.

"Why a metal detector?"

You ask. How else to find my jewelry in that pile

Of clothes thrown on the floor? The policeman flashed his badge

At me as he went by and said I didn't have to worry,

They would take care of everything. I sat at the table,

Wishing for a new drug.

I want a drug

That works like a metal detector,

Finding the table

Of stability under the pile

Of worry

That is my life. I feel like I'm wearing a badge

That lets everyone know I'm crazy. A badge

Of shame if you will. There must be a drug

To take care of all this worry,

Searching like a metal detector

On a beach, searching through a pile

Of sand. Let's table

This discussion for the moment. I'll lay my cards on the table:

I'm not here wearing a badge,

And I'm not looking for a pile

Of money. Just tell me where the drug

Is, before I pull out the metal detector

And cause us both a lot of worry.

So don't worry.

I'm just here, sitting at the table.

The metal detector

Is just leaning against the wall. My badge

Isn't out. So where is the drug?

Don't make me pile

Cares on you. Don't worry, and don't make me take out my badge.

Just put it on the table. I want that drug.

I don't want to use the metal detector on that pile.