Adrian had been working 12 hour days at the Mill,
He was exhausted and so he took a sleeping pill.
He didn’t quite make it to his bed,
He feel fast asleep on the floor instead.
As the Moon flickered through his window,
He heard a voice in his head nice and slow.
“Adrian this is God, don’t be alarmed.
I prefer to talk to people in their dreams.
That way I have plausible deniability.
Like Nixon did in Vietnam.
Also I am a Silent God because I hate Drama.
You may be wondering why I am so Silent.
I mean I love music. I have a heavenly choir after all.
Its just that you humans don’t get it.
Let me explain.
Life is meant to be a quiet dance between two lovers.
Its not suppose to be all that dramatic. I hate drama.
You are suppose to settle down have a few kids,
Write a few bad poems if you have to,
And drift off to fairy land.
There is No need for drama just silence for ever.
As I always say. “Man at his best is silent.”
Now wake up Adrian you have another 12 hour shift to do.”
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David Wakeling (
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And be silent 🤫 about that too! The sleeping pill 💊 made sure of that🙏🏻🕊️
Silence is golden.Thanks for reading
Good fun words David.
Andy
Yes gotta have some fun sometimes. Thanks for commenting
An entertaining read to get Sunday off to a good start, enjoyed
Glad to hear that. Thanks for commenting
You are very welcome
Ah yes there was that tower of Babel thing wasn't there. I guess that those bad poems of mine have made it to God's ear and like a note off key have caught his attention. Shhhhh he said. A fun read David and it has much wisdom as well.
Don't worry I think he is talking about my bad poems.Thanks for commenting
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