Bad Day

Oh! God! What a failing day!

I coasted on some of my other days.

The black bean soup I served was merde

Two days ago, and so was the rest.

Nothing, not even my music practice,

Nothing, not even the nap I took,

Nothing, not even my waking and shitting

In early morning or after noon

Saved it from being unproductive,

Saved it from being torpid and stupid,

Saved it from being a social embarrassment,

Saved it from being written down.