From the righteous relative to whom I owe tupperware
From the middle managers to whom I owe emails and spreadsheets
From the stocks and options that demand my constant checking
From the millionaires playing games in uniforms who I have loved since childhood
From the politicians, the journalists, and all others calling my attention to the world and its problems
I stole ten minutes of time
Ten minutes for nothing at all
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Author:
MarcWalk (
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- Published: May 13th, 2025 10:28
- Comment from author about the poem: Written with my back on a tree in Central Park
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Tremendous work.
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