…..
Yep. One of those
days when you’re feeling
(subcu-)
(simul-)
……..taneously
cranky and reclusive,
depressed and disgusted,
punished by the rush
-ing of time
and the commotion of tock.
Hardly seems worth
all this hard
work,
this click and shift
and distance and fight
for the right to be
….no
…….r
….mal.
Mesmerized by worth
……(or lack of therein),
you begin to realize
the distinct possibility
that you’re already half gone.
Your homework:
put on ugly bowling shoes
and hum
-ble your way through
Amazing Grace
until you can breathe again,
bid yourself
…………………disappear.
…
with gratitude to Shawna for some fun words. 
Love what you did with the parentheses here:
“feeling
(subcu-)
(simul-)
……..taneously
cranky and reclusive”
“the commotion of tock” This could mean so many things, other than time. Like “talk” or “talc.”
“Hardly seems worth
all this hard” Ha!
Love this, especially without the comma:
“work,
this click and shift”
Groovy fun:
Perhaps you are taking a stance against them.
“for the right to be
….no
…….r
….mal.” Either it’s “no arrrrrr” (growl), like “I’m not growling” … or it’s Tex-Mex: “no are mal” (bad). Like, “I’m not bad.” Or maybe “no armor” or “no armal.” Armal, apparently, is a company that makes portable toilets.
“Mesmerized by worth” Geez. That IS a poetic thought.
“you begin to realize
the distinct possibility
that you’re already half gone” Yeah, um, I hear ya.
“put on ugly bowling shoes
I LOVE bowling. And humming. So to put them together would be pretty fantastic. I like “put on ugly” by itself too. That’s like giving permission to go without makeup and stay in my pajamas … or to turn your nasty self inside-out and expose your ugly.
and hum” I wish.
“until you can breathe again” Assuming that will happen.
Love your treatment of “disappear.” Nice. This is awesome, girl. Love it. Could I perhaps have used “love” too many times in this poem? I swear I used to have an impressive vocabulary. Then I had children.
P.S. “(simul-)” means “sigh mule,” which means you’re feeling like an exasperated ass.
P.P.S. “(subcu-)” means “sub cue,” which means you’re feeling less than/below a cue ball (which doesn’t even have a number on it, so it’s like being less than a zero; or like being struck by a runaway cue ball flying at your face, knocked out, and lying on the floor with the satisfied ball resting on your forehead). … It also means that you’ve missed all your cues and now you’re coming in late to do what was expected of you in the first place.
Well, Jasmine has summed it up. Weird Assignments is a great title for a great poem!