So Trivial...a Promise

tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning
he shall have his ears cleaned
of wax,

he shall buy an new mouse
and a new keyboard for his private
computer

he will not talk about his malady
that will do nothing but destroy his new day.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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