Waiting for the government…
Waiting for the government
to do some thing
I didn’t get that.
Oh, you took a space-craft out
We’ll keep our fingers crossed
behind our backs…
No, not at all. Don’t thank us. We thank you.
Don’t call us to tell us if you’re not coming back.
We’re no quid nunc.
Things like this happen: every house
Haiyan rushed by in a leaking hurry.
Yes, we know. You told us to take flight.
Hours before landfall.
At least, you’re safe from the likes of these
mud-slamming storm chasers…
What’s that again?
O! Your quinquennium?
Don’t you worry no more. We’ll get that fixed, too.
Sorry, didn’t get that?
O, you mean your tri-annual vacation trips.
No sweat! Just keep going. We’ll understand.
What? What the…
You want your luggage sent express?
Consider it done. We’re tearing muscle from bone.
Be without care.
Handouts by the mountain bales are on the way.
Bon Voyage! Happy landing!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013