Poem Written Upon the Reflection of the Near Completion of Today's Tasks

Today I nearly dug a half-dug hole, 
a place to place a giant water tank, 
a tank which is dirty, which needs to be cleaned. 
I sniffed it; it stank.

I started scrubbing it with a sponge tied to a pole.
See, it's got this opening in the top, and... uh...
Honest, I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed 
the putrid innards of the inwardly putrid tank
and it was kind of working, but... uh...
the putridity of the putridness was really icky,
so now the tank is empty.

If only I had a pressure washer 
and/or three illegal immigrants
then certainly I would have finished,
or nearly finished, or made the project
less less-than-finished... almost-finished-er

The tank will be for the Apocalypse!!!
Blood, fire, people acting like badgers,
Pandemonium coming as a thief in the night,
and my kitchen faucet won't work, 
and neither will the garden hose,
so what will Scruffy drink?  (Scruffy's my dog)
And everyone who doesn't have water stored
like I soon will, in my tank, will die die die die die!!!

But me, my wife, my children, Scruffy,
and anybody else I think is cool,
will have water- nice, clean water-
right there in that tank placed 
in that hole I almost finished digging,

And I gotta finish digging that hole.
And I'm gonna put the tank in the hole.
But it won't go all the way in the hole,
it'll just go a little bit in the hole.  
That's my plan.

I didn't finish my painting, either.
It's gonna be a painting of flowers, in the tradition
of the classical flower paintings of the Classical 
Flowerical Period, in which painters heavily 
influenced by flowers paint flowers that take on
a classical, flowery look.  Think smeared petroleum jelly. 
Right now I'm still on the first stem.

Or I might just paint psychedelic blobs.  Pink.  
Or orange, if the lid on the pink paint is still stuck.

It's going to be intense!
If you want an idea of what my painting will look like,
picture looking deeply -even metaphysically!- 
into a kaleidoscope, except... you're a pirate!
So you have an eye-patch, and your shoulder parrot
keeps squawking squawking squawking in your ear, 
and your ear is connected to your brain,
thus your vision is subliminally bird-ish,
that is to say, your vision -subliminally- becomes a vision 
pertaining to the vision of a bird.