Hands Free Cancer Poem by Frances Macaulay Forde
Hands Free Cancer
How stupid do you feel
standing there, talking to yourself?
Immaculately dressed,
the epitome of elegance.
Power stance with eyes distant,
he breathes money!
How stupid does he look emphasizing
his point to the argumentative air?
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4/23/2024 9:27:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You can tell - I don't like mobile phones. Used to be that if someone was talking to themselves, you gave them a wide berth - now it's perfectly normal!