Everything is starting to seem like something else except for stupidity.
It's so reliable you can set your watch by it, or cross off the days on the calendar.
On the porch in the dark I've been waiting for the Mothership.
I haven't packed or written goodbye notes or set out extra food for the cat,
I'm just waiting.
My husband suggested a two-week travel package to China instead.
I replied, "Have you lost your fucking mind? Who'll cut the grass?"
The Mothership solution. I've pondered it myself, and I have neither cat nor grass to think of. And goodbye notes? Pffft. Maybe joining the Stupid Legion's the way. There are days when I think maybe I'm already in it! *
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lol
first sentence rocks--
i once wrote an essay on stupidity...it was called, um...On Stupidity.
beam me up *
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My husband suggested a two-week travel package to China instead.
I replied, "Have you lost your fucking mind? Who'll cut the grass?"
Perfect! A great ending.
(But it could also be a kick-ass beginning!)
Provocative piece.
Where is that damned mothership?
Gary, I think we have to be nearer a portal, like Puma Punku...
Great ending. Strong work. *
Me, I love the first stanza.