Peruse the fine print.
Letter by lowly letter,
a story gets told.

Follow instructions
as if you had no unique
mind to call your own.

This secluded path
leads me to lapping water
wider than vision.

When stubborn plywood
surrenders nothing to screws,
drill some pilot holes.

Eight-eight-eighty-eight.
The lights atop Wrigley Field
commence their glowing.

The Yankee villain
hears a lusty round of boos.
Welcome back, cheater.

Mid-morning traffic:
free and easy expressways
give way to gridlock.

Finally finished!
I missed a spot? Gee, thank you.
(Short-lived victory…)

I done messed this up.
Despite deliberation,
I done messed this up.

Three-hundred minutes
spent smoking up the gas grill,
tenderizing meat…