a poem
To the curb, to the bin,
checking boxes is no longer in.
Fancy vees are my former vibe.
List making,
task breaking,
goal staking,
are now in the
donation bin.
This project baker, to do slaker,
future shaker,
is now chillin’, fit to be killin’
it by just being
a gift – a box
open to the present
and not wreckin’
with a reckon
by checkin’
a feckin
to do.