Chronicles of Ridiculous

The Chronicles of a Ridiculous Week: From Shit Sandwiches to Lost Dogs

In the realm of absurdity, my week took a leap,

A journal Victory urged me to keep.

Z an eX, ran Le Chop with zest,

Four stars on Yelp, a shit sandwich at best.

Subway and Chipotle's unholy affair,

Their baby conceived with a foodie nightmare.

Born without bread and butter, what a plight,

That culinary catastrophe caused me a spite.

Z stirred up trouble, fueled by spite,

Claiming I despised her, twisting things to ignite.

But my focus was me, my journey alone,

Yet destiny had other plans to be shown.

Two days later, I was shown the door,

Farewell, Le Chop, my workplace no more.

But amidst the chaos, I spoke to the news,

About infected produce and hygiene's muse.

But my truth got shut down, silenced with force,

Though let me confess, I still love Kanye's discourse.

A black dog named Max, I embarked on a chase,

Hours spent following, his home I aimed to embrace.

But Max, the elusive, didn't heed my plea,

He slipped away, leaving me doggedly.

Crime, my neighbor, blessed with a babe,

B and E, a joy that cannot fade.

Why’s the girl, now five years of age,

While Drinking, childless, roams life's stage.

Victory, so stunning, a boss in her stride,

Yet kind to others, except when at my side.

Suspended from work, no pay for weeks long,

Fired, I fear, as my prospects go wrong.

But perhaps it matters not, a twist in this tale,

For I'll embark on schooling, a path to prevail.

In this ridiculous week, from shit sandwiches to lost hounds,

Life's absurdities in abundance surround.

Yet through laughter and folly, I find my way,

With journal in hand, embracing each bizarre day.