Polymid

A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost

28 May 2014

Cheese

It gets worrisome
when your phones can do more
than those that have walked the moon
when your cars drive better
than you do
your doors open by themselves
your kids take care of themselves

and yet you still greedily crave pointless things

Posted by James M. Frost at 13:21
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