A No Answer Machine

A no answer machine Our basic instincts are to find love and run through the woods. From the tree’s we climb down to walk like a man; No longer on all fours. Now we do not need to give thanks, for the food we have; We deserve to be full. All beautiful art fades eventually, As we all become too dull. No more to say… I let it all just slide away. Nothing will be relevant on the final day. Keeping up with the Joneses; Mobile phones are diseases. Conversation is dead; Only speak if it pleases. Couple’s councilor, I could not manage to go. So come or go, or let me go, if you think that I would care. Love is not amazing anymore, I would say it is just so, so. Why would I bother speaking to you, when you are no longer there? Phone on silent; She is a no answer machine. No reply necessary; The end of the dream. (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.