Oh Snap 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

Time racing by
Things to do
Ruining my chi
I miss the boat again
Look at all the happy souls riding together
The faint silhouette of their boat
Disappearing off over the horizon
Can't reach them with Verizon
Another lonely day
I will be my own best friend
What do I like
What do I feel is important
What do I prefer
I have two computers to fix
I'm putting it off to write this poem
I'm supposed to be working
From home
Slipping, sliding, barely hiding
Floating, swimming, solution brimming
Bodies of water
Bodies in water
Swimming through the aftermath
Of a forgone conclusion
Flailing arms reaching for the underworld
Grasping at straws as they fall
Helplessly down the pit
Their voices trailing off in the distance
Can't call them with friends and family plan
Can't quench their fire with sand
Fiords are oozing with Vikings who are boozing
They have AA in Norway
Iceland has hot springs that power the country
Bubbling up from a firey caldron of heat
Purifying all that it melts
And the Vikings of the new world
Raise a toast
To the fire god with the most
Catching cod fish along the coast
I might venture to boast
That I know a Viking
Named Vibeke
She doesn't come here anymore
Lives in a small village in Norway
She must be the light of the town
The goddess of her small village
I miss her
But she is real
Not bound by the constraints of the obligation to reciprocate
To write poems and masterbate
To the kudos that flow as the favor's returned
Gratification burned
Another wheel is turned
And you start all over again from scratch
And you don't even get any snatch
Oh snap