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,

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,

then 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 have to push a button.

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