Poem 138: Campbell's Soup on the Stoop

In honor of Bad Poetry Day

 (Aug. 18, 2013)

All alone with my thoughts 

And a can of Campbell's soup

I light up a cigarette

And take it with my dinner

Out onto the stoop.

Sitting there I stare out 

Into thin air

And think about the way

I'd wished my life 

Might have been.

Still, I am happy enough

With my Chunky Sirloin and

My brew, in the shade,

On my stoop, being watched by

My snoopy landlady,

Because I don't care

What she thinks.

I know I have everything

A man needs to be happy.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

Poem 138: Campbell's Soup on the Stoop