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Array ( [sid] => 157196 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Time [time] => 2010-02-02 15:42:20 [hometext] => the daily grind [bodytext] => Time heals all,
so what the hell time is it?
Back east that is,
where men are women
and women are men
and
all
the
straight
people
are
crooked.

Where you can still hear
the church bells
ringing
on a Sunday morning
to herald the coming
of street walkers,
junkies
and other official personages.

Glistening phone booths
with broken windows
looking out over dogs
crapping on green lawns
beside the daily paper
whose news they can luckily
ignore.
No such luck for me
as I walk the subway stairs
to catch an express
to the oblivion of a condominium
complete with all the conveniences
you need
to accompany your madness.

Rescued in the nick of time
by another stabilizing episode
of your favorite sit.com....

Thank God
for the Fred McMurrays
of the world!
They help us all digest our frozen dinners.

[comments] => 4 [counter] => 327 [topic] => 56 [informant] => vryclver [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => sarcasticpoetry )
Time

Contributed by vryclver on Tuesday, 2nd February 2010 @ 03:42:20 PM in AEST
Topic: sarcasticpoetry



Time heals all,
so what the hell time is it?
Back east that is,
where men are women
and women are men
and
all
the
straight
people
are
crooked.

Where you can still hear
the church bells
ringing
on a Sunday morning
to herald the coming
of street walkers,
junkies
and other official personages.

Glistening phone booths
with broken windows
looking out over dogs
crapping on green lawns
beside the daily paper
whose news they can luckily
ignore.
No such luck for me
as I walk the subway stairs
to catch an express
to the oblivion of a condominium
complete with all the conveniences
you need
to accompany your madness.

Rescued in the nick of time
by another stabilizing episode
of your favorite sit.com....

Thank God
for the Fred McMurrays
of the world!
They help us all digest our frozen dinners.





Copyright © vryclver ... [ 2010-02-02 15:42:20]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Time (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 2nd February 2010 @ 06:42:12 PM AEST
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Bizarre and original. I couldn't help but grin.

duff


Re: Time (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 2nd February 2010 @ 10:59:57 PM AEST
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Very clever. I liked the analogies and the flow made it very easy to read.

Nicely done and thank you for an enjoyable read..

Welcome to YPDC.

Tim


Re: Time (User Rating: 1 )
by spud on Wednesday, 3rd February 2010 @ 11:18:50 AM AEST
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Hi,

There is an old saying that says ..... That sarcasm
is the lowest form of wit. Well, they're wrong!!

This is brilliantly scripted with its message there
for all to see within the sharp humour!

Tommy


Re: Time (User Rating: 1 )
by purplestary on Wednesday, 3rd February 2010 @ 06:21:55 PM AEST
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all i can say to this is, it's 5oclock somewhere.




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