It was to make up an absurdist excuse.
When you're addicted
to wasting so many hours a day
when there are 24 in one,
when you keep wasting the same number
when there are only 18,
as in winter,
well,
you're going to be tardy.
I'm liking this, Scott...the concept/storyline is abstractivity is both unique and dare I say numerically spot-on? ~FjR~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deeply envisioned. A didactic poem I like most. Thanks for posting.