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Peace and Productivity

The dog dribbles her yellow bouncing ball

near the fridge full of plastic packaging

Destined for the digestive tracts of marine life,

Her naked brain plays like a child

Innocent and void of narcissism, separatism, racism,

Religiosity and a hand full of other human frailties.

Its Friday night and we normally let the kitchen relax

And order takeaway anyway.

The kids have evaporated into the dark room

Of virtual civilization and Skype tripe,

And the dinning table continues to push up last week’s chrysanthemums

A reminder to my wife I deserve the last of the chocolate muffins

She baked for the kids.

I might go shoot the television in the living room

with remote and see what happens,

Maybe its time for the news

Maybe they will announce the war is over

Maybe they will tell us bankers will replace the money they stole

And we can all just focus on peace and productivity.

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Permalink Reply by Dermott Ryder on September 19, 2012 at 18:43

David

Inspirational… Intuitively drawn.

Made me think and look at my world.

Good One!

Regards

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Permalink Reply by David G Landgrebe on September 19, 2012 at 21:54

Thanks Dermott your comments are always encouraging, I hope you are well?

David. L

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Permalink Reply by Stephanie Esther on September 19, 2012 at 20:54

This is utterly sad. It is devoid of "feeling". Okay there is a failed attempt at metaphor. But ultimately this is a boring self indulgent rant that ignores the reader. Does this person care about anything? Does he feel anything. We are left holding a cold fish.What is depressing is that it takes over 100 words to say nothing. How does the writer feel about the children or the dog or the flowers? Give me a reason to care. Actually I don't care.