aging

aging

A Poem by SkinlessFrank

i’m still using

yesterday’s technology

floppy disks

shoehorns

codpieces

and can’t be bothered

with flossing

 

dinner

i usually procure

from the rack of

gumball dispensers

in the subway station

 

yesterday my three

children joined

a flock of geese

and flew off

 

and despite my best efforts

the touch-tone telephone

always returns

a busy signal

 

 

 

 

© 2016 SkinlessFrank


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Brother, ya said a mouthful here. Heh, codpiece.....

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SkinlessFrank

Glen Sutton, Quebec, Canada



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A Poem by SkinlessFrank



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