Life Is TheaterA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
sitting in the cubicle or
something like it sounds of crunching one moment and the hum of new country music the next wondering if being sedentary and mentally fried is really any different from being active and physically fried naysayers have been saying that dead tree media has been dying for years but the actions undertaken during the witching hours would beg to differ the older folks are still quite active, still reading their opinion pages and horoscopes and doing their daily crosswords in pen and pencil alike and that's how they probably do their paperwork, from taxes to health insurance forms and there are stories floating about how the feds still use square floppy disks when thumb drives are now on the verge of obsolescence the more things, as the old saw goes the avenues in how we get our information on the wider world have changed the open-air cubes in which the white-collars have not changed the teletype sounds have disappeared from the newsroom but the loud voices of enduring personalities have not the snake swallows its tail, but the circle goes on eternally the contradiction is the axiom and that's why the first month of the year is named for the god of transitions, passages and doorways and Janus looks at us smiling and frowning stoically at the time life is theater
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8 Reviews Added on March 1, 2017 Last Updated on March 3, 2017 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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