Chicken on a Friday night

Eating left over chicken.

Feeling just like the chicken.

Leftover.

Eating chicken and playing a game of Tetris.

Watching pieces fit so neatly together.

Watching lines disappear with each piese.

I wish life could be like that.

I wish it could fit so neatly together.

I wish problemswould disapear like the lines.

On a Friday night feeling leftover and watching waht my life could be,

I'm reminded of my friend Kevin.

He once told me, "I look to rectify, but fall asleep on the couch."

Feeling leftover, I decided that leftover is better than nothing.

And I play another game.