Hot Seat
Perched on my hot seat this morning,
I thought about this crazy world’s ills -
wars, hunger and global warming.
The more I pondered over them
the darker the prognosis became,
so I simply sighed, shrugged, then
pushed a knob and out went life’s burdens.
Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2007
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