Long Lost Paycheck
I linger in bed
Succumbed with ennui
When a chirp from my phone
Ends the silence.
"Paychecks are here"
The grey message bubble displays.
I spring from my slumber
And sprint to the pool
Where just a week ago I completed
My first lifeguard shift:
A two hour in-service training
I strut back to my house
My hard earned prize in hand,
Leaving the front door wide open
As I run in to find my parents.
I tear the envelope open the read the following amount:
"$20.72"
(How could I forget that pesky little thing called income tax?)
I call each friend
"Wanna go to Chick-fil-A? It's on me!"
Naturally each one accepts
And we crowd into a booth.
Many milkshakes and shallow conversations later,
The bill arrives
And I watch painstakingly
As the waiter disappears with my treasure
And my earnings disintegrate to nothing.
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