Time to draw the
curtain of our lids down
on the world.
No workplace accidents occurred
near the brass knuckle
cubicle all day.
I said I'd perfected the art
of being human in between
tea and traffic. He replied
they were all *******.
We could be
on the verge of another cold war,
but for now let's risk our
lives in teeth grinding
sleep practice.

Written by Sara Fielder © Apr 2017