urban america.

August 16, 2011
I wake up at ten-thirty
and my mom tells me
"Clean you room!"
But she knows I never will.
I go downstairs for some
Tropicana...orange juice.
I push a couple of Chinese food
Take out containers
and take out the jug.
Half empty.
I'm a pessimist.
I take two sips
then pour the rest down the drain.
What was I thinking?
I hate orange juice.

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