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What percentage of the time do you lie in that bed?      the rest a waste           of the metal springs                     forged by                     factory workers                     pouring in their                     unpaid overtime                     to meticulously                     shape the steel                     into just the right                     comforting bounce      a waste           of the soft cotton cover                     picked by                     (slave-descended) hands                     white fluff                     still echoing centuries                     of black oppression                     spun on foreign looms                     shipped back                     across the seas                     dyed, woven,                     stretched taut                     into just the right                     soothing texture      a waste           of the foam stuffing                     made from...                     whatever goes into                     foaminess...      how many hours wasted?      daily      weekly What percentage of the time do you write with that ballpoint pen?      the rest a waste           of the clear plastic casing                     melded from petroleum                     by corporations                     extracting black gold                     in exchange                     for greenhouse gases      a waste           of the tiny perfect sphere                     rolling smoothly along                     tungsten carbide surface                     exquisitely crafted                     for maximum efficiency                     by man's finest machines                     factories churning out                     thousands by the hour      a waste           of the bright blue ink                     the mysterious mixture                     of dyes and pigments                     and oils and surfactants                     spilling onto the page                     recording your                     delicate thoughts                     in desperate                     existential hope                     they won't be as oft ignored                     as that device                     from which they pour forth      how many hours wasted?      monthly      yearly What percentage of the time do you sit in that reclining chair? do you walk in those polished dress shoes? do you eat with that bent spoon? do you style your hair with that fine-toothed comb? do you turn the pages of your favorite book? do you see by lamp's light in the guest bedroom?      how many hours      sitting unused, wasted?           in a life
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 9:49 AM UTC
Excess
What percentage of the time do you lie in that bed?      the rest a waste           of the metal springs                     forged by                     factory workers                     pouring in their                     unpaid overtime                     to meticulously                     shape the steel                     into just the right                     comforting bounce      a waste           of the soft cotton cover                     picked by                     (slave-descended) hands                     white fluff                     still echoing centuries                     of black oppression                     spun on foreign looms                     shipped back                     across the seas                     dyed, woven,                     stretched taut                     into just the right                     soothing texture      a waste           of the foam stuffing                     made from...                     whatever goes into                     foaminess...      how many hours wasted?      daily      weekly What percentage of the time do you write with that ballpoint pen?      the rest a waste           of the clear plastic casing                     melded from petroleum                     by corporations                     extracting black gold                     in exchange                     for greenhouse gases      a waste           of the tiny perfect sphere                     rolling smoothly along                     tungsten carbide surface                     exquisitely crafted                     for maximum efficiency                     by man's finest machines                     factories churning out                     thousands by the hour      a waste           of the bright blue ink                     the mysterious mixture                     of dyes and pigments                     and oils and surfactants                     spilling onto the page                     recording your                     delicate thoughts                     in desperate                     existential hope                     they won't be as oft ignored                     as that device                     from which they pour forth      how many hours wasted?      monthly      yearly What percentage of the time do you sit in that reclining chair? do you walk in those polished dress shoes? do you eat with that bent spoon? do you style your hair with that fine-toothed comb? do you turn the pages of your favorite book? do you see by lamp's light in the guest bedroom?      how many hours      sitting unused, wasted?           in a life
Ever thought about how much of the time the things we so desperately "need" sit around unused, unneeded? What a waste of resources and the time spent to craft them! What excess!!
MicMag
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M/Texas
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 9:49 AM UTC
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