I sit upon you every single day,
and never once have heard you to complain.
I guess that’s just because it is your way-
to function and not cause me any pain.
You help me do my job and then to write,
to pay my bills and catch up on email,
and read a lot of awesome poetry.
I shall not give you up without a fight!
I’d wage a war, although on smaller scale.
I realize this makes me sound absurd.
4/9/24
Karen McCaskey 