Sunday, USA.

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Sunday is a terminal diagnosis;
Remorseful of the weekends past,
Fearful of Tomorrow’s barren kiss
How will we last?
Amongst the treachery of automation
Consumed by consumption’s price,
Shoved into the endless maze as mice.
A world of evaporation’s desperation
Recognition of time’s ultimate destination,
Another Sunday and we mourn as a Nation.

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  2. ASH
    February 9, 2015 • 2:21 pm

    Squeek on, sister mouse!

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  3. Matthew James
    February 9, 2015 • 4:59 pm

    I can’t help but laugh as I read your little musing. So blatantly expressed and true. There is a certain immense beauty that comes from the sour and sweet expressions of a strong and intelligent woman.

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