Push Buttons

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,

the secretary with the nice ass,

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,

tell a few lies,

then stumble home,

crawling in bed with a good woman,

big and soft,

who moves with passion,

moaning wildly out of control,

and keeps the house clean;

excuse me,

I gotta push a button.

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