same as it always was

i find

the broken eggs on my porch

difficult

to wash off.

i boil water,

then pour it on the dried yolks.

i get the broom

out.

the ice scraper.

it's hopeless, so i turn my

attention

to the graffiti

on the brick,

getting the power washer

out.

at last,

i start winding up all the toilet

paper

draped across my

roof and trees.

crazy kids.

you gotta love em.

same as it always was.