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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.

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