(Poem 8 of 365)
THE PERFECT WEEKEND
The sun rose this morning as it always has done...
Bright light streaming through windows to make the blood run.
Feet hit the cool carpet ready for another day of American life...
God help you if you look at the morning news to view more American strife.
It is 2014 on the spiraling planet named Earth by us humans, in kind..
It is amazing how technology has advanced faster than the human mind.
Should not America be a utopia of perfect societal bliss by now?
Should not America be the place where its denizens live in perfect Dao?
The day begins with a shaking off of the media filtered filth of yesterday.
Sleeping off the strife of the day before makes for a good Saturday.
You look forward to a weekend of weightless mindless stasis...
Before you go back to the American life of unnecessary politically generated crisis!
RLJ
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