When I Lost My Name
It was a foggy morning today,
I peered over my calender to see if it was Monday.
Mondays are the days I work,
So I got ready for my sister was acting like a jerk.
I put my work clothes on but something was wrong,
suddenly my name-tag was gone.
I ran to the dryer, checked what's inside
but found a little crier who just wanted to hide.
Then I ran to my room and searched through my closet,
As I realized I was in doom, there was a dog drinking out of the faucet.
I scanned my bed, looked everywhere,
and remembered that I hit my head right, over there.
Last place I checked: the living room,
saw my baby sister using it as a broom,
immediately retrieved it and hoped she's in some phase;
adjusted before leaving, into the foggy morning haze.