Poem-A-Day: Day 192

Crying Over Spilt Brandy

Suddenly the world stopped
and I dropped my drink on the floor,
spilling brandy all over the new carpet.
That’s all I could think about
as the heavens opened up
and showered the world with meteors
and floods and fires and earthquakes.
The world was ending
and all I cared about was a stain
on my new white carpet,
and the brandy that had just been wasted.