Wrecked

I heard them say it.
So many times in the library.
“wrecked”. Like the key to unlocking a dialect.
Some brand of jock, jargon.
I do’t know why it rubbed my the wrong way so much.

Jog today, followed by a kick in the sun, a pie, boulder stories,
a drive, a beer tasting, tandoori chicken, steak and family stories.
All in all a good laugh. Went for a walk with my sister.
Talk about owning a dog.

Need to organise Tuesday night dinner.
Other than that. It’s all good.

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