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By darwin Date: 2003 Oct 31 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.31.16.59.26882]] |
| sometimes there is so little to say. when life is doldrum and boring, and I am but a cat preying on the shadows outside. we toss questions back and forth, who wants to do what, who wants to go where. perhaps we should just sleep tonight we say. then we plan on sleeping in the morning. we'll let the sunshine warm our faces. maybe tomorrow, we'll remember social graces. we won't walk around naked, we won't burp for our breakfast. instead tomorrow we'll say our please's and our thank you's. i'll even courtsy for the king! then he'll kiss my head and bless me and my children. though little does he know, that I won't have children, no, no I won't! we decided that a while ago, you and I, before the exchange of rings. that we shall not have tear driven cries or angst and dirty diapers in our home. sometimes we box over who gets to drive the car. your driving scares me, frightens me, and then we'll laugh over my little titters and screams. i close my eyes and clutch the door, praying that the pearly gates really exist. but tonight we are going home, and we'll forget those social graces. we'll rip off our clothes come 6:01 and our shoes will be tossed heedless to the wind, of the fan. then we will order some greasy food to line our stomachs with, and curl away the hours in each others arms. sometimes there isn't much to say, but there's a lot that has already been said. |