Poem

You don’t have to stop 
to smell the roses.

This is not for the week,
it is for the weekend.

I sleep in on Saturdays,
like Biff Tannen.

Today I identify
as a dishwasher. 

Tomorrow, I will be
a basketball player.

I am not competitive,
but I do care.

The difference is at the bottom
of a broken teacup.