Sunday Whirl 333 – a Wordle without a Title
The spy whistled –
the still water denied the staccato existence of Colorado rapids.
He sat down with a jar of thinner –
maybe diluting it would make it faster.
His sidekick resented the whistling –
he took it for a stupid habit you should kick clean of.
Instead he binge-watched Sabrina, the Teenage Witch
for hours
while sprinkling their home with gas
until all was slick as sin and wishing for death.
(c) 2018 MK
How strange to think that soem people’s lives meant nothing as no conscience was required when earning a salary doing such a job. Sadly we have such scenes thrust in our faces every day so that in the end it will seem quite normal and we will respect nothing.
Hey, thanks for visiting. It’s strange how these words lead the poets’ pens in different places.
An atmospheric and gripping piece
Interesting how groups of words can lead the poet to such fascinating lines to ponder.
A fascinating tale! I think the sidekick would be all right with me. I can’t whistle, and I enjoyed Sabrina the Teenage Witch.