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Closing Time

I don't want to do anything,
maybe I'll watch t.v.
One hundred plus channels
but there is nothing on for me.

Ambiguous is my middle name,
where am I...
indiscretions I can never leave.

I'll have to go to work,
can't afford to give in,
but if I could...

I wouldn't leave my comfortable commode
I'd listen to the traffic report and never go
I'd sit here alone
turn off the phone
take one last look
and close my book.
— themoonman, Jul 09, 2008

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Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

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Rett

Rett

17 years 11 months ago

Hey, Wouldn't we all!

I like it except for the commode. Sit there too long and your legs go to sleep. Never mind how I know. *L* Loved it my friend! Rett: "At twenty, if you are not a Liberal, you have no heart. At Thirty, if you are not a Conservative, you have no brain." Winston Churchill
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 11 months ago

Thank you Rett...

yes, it doesn't matter how comfy they are does it...lol thanks for visiting my poem.. Richard
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barbsdad2003

17 years 11 months ago

Bathroom fun's ...

more fun than most can appreciate. Thanx for posting here a delightful piece. your flashes of brilliance gleam bright, bringing with them rare insight Yours, Chuck PS: If you opt to change there's to there is (in your first stanza), you'll up the meter quotient.
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 11 months ago

Hi Chuck...

I thank you for your uplifting comments... and I opted to fix the word for the meter quotient... thanks again and again.. Richard