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WHOTHEHELLKNOWS
by W. Mahlon PurdinThe modern world is like
A debit card you've lost.
For a moment you imagine
All the things that could go wrong:
All accounts emptied, endless hassle,
Loss of credit, embarassment,
Even divorce is possible with
Just the loss of a debit card.
She could become upset over
Your casual carelessness and begin
To think about your snoring
And your distant outoftown way
Of being a husband and then she
Could think of someone who finds
Things, doesn't lose them, someone
Who's home not flying off in
Private jets to whothehellknows.
She might just disappear like
The card and nevertobefound.
You can call the bank and get
A new card but what about
Everythingelse? Feeling stupid
In a very smart world is a
Lonely way to go.
We carry our lives around
In our pockets. You know? 10/26/2006 Posted on 11/29/2011
Copyright © 2026 W. Mahlon Purdin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/29/11 at 07:03 PM Quite a domino affect here for a very active mind. I do this, the worst case scenario, sometimes, especially in sleep deprived moments. I do like the way you've set off the premise at the beginning and the conclusion at the end. This feels very real. Thanks, W. |
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