Precedent's Day

Precedent's Day

No bicycle, no barbecue
The climate dictates my activities
The leaking ceiling was like a gun pointed at me
Held hostage by the incessant precipitation
Sequestered by the option of aridness
What's the point of being awake
Perhaps I can compensate for the hours I lost
From last week, last month, last year.

Productivity limited to the sound and motion of a vacuum
Even if I succeed it still sucks.