Wasted by Linda Fuller Time barged into my office without knocking interrupting a rousing game of Cookie Jam and demanding to know why I was wasting him Father, sir, honey - not only am I playing a challenging match-three game but am listening to Important Conversations on cable news about Important Issues multitasking - I thought you were a fan and, if I may be so bold you look like you've been spending yourself in a tavern-cum-crack house I believe I understand the pressures you're under the constant barrage of "what time is it" (implying the shattering and scattering of personality) the hyperbolic teen declarations of "I will love you till the end of time" (unpleasantly evoking your mortality) don't give me that Dali face it's you to leave please give my best regards to your daughter, Truth who is experiencing her own stresses 03/05/2024 Posted on 03/05/2024 Copyright © 2024 Linda Fuller Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Laura Doom on 05/12/24 at 05:17 PM Time is of the essence - delightfully sweet but equally savoury. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)