Pushbuttons

sports, sex and food,

those are about the only things in life

that have ever really interested me,

and I've only been good

at two of those,

well okay,

I used to be good at two,

now,

I only do one well;

technology?

bores the shit out of me,

and on top of that

I don’t really understand it,

yet somehow,

here I am,

a highly trained technician,

in a highly technical field,

pushing buttons,

watching red and green lights

go on and off,

thinking about the leftover steak

in the refrigerator,

and the secretary with the nice ass,

or how my daughter can

improve her basketball game;

sometimes I imagine life

living in a stone cottage,

overlooking the ocean

on the western coast of Ireland,

writing whatever comes to mind

all day long,

then walking into the village at night

to drink a few pints

and tell a few lies,

stumbling home to crawl in bed

with a good woman,

big and soft,

who moves with passion,

moaning out of control;

and keeps the house clean;

excuse me,

I gotta push a button.

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