Wisdom In Lieu

You could call it one of those days - no-one’s going 

to object if they’re sitting on th’ patio after busy-bee 

folding two weeks worth of washing: in effect, a job 

with no priority unless you run out of undies; hasn’t 

happened but th’ ratio of knickers to ‘em sez males 

are less likely to get away with it, that is unless 3:1 

is an indice with a safety margin extending beyond 

th’ consideration to wear ‘em for a second day 

But that wasn’t the real accomplishment - instance 

this, this www.slave/ didn’t feel obliged to go catch 

up with trends on th’ net; sure, email’s collected by 

mobile phones these days, if you’ve the data alloc, 

so you know who’s doing what to whom - although 

you don’t need read ‘em t’ know there’s no truth in 

That belief, it’s really a form of indemnity only, with 

a clause suggesting if you’re not in, you don’t exist 

altho’ proving that needs more internet speed than 

you can get off of a satellite dish; thus after a short 

black coffee and some deep reflection, we’re much 

better prepared to wish for greater wisdom in lieu 

© 12 September 2016, I. D. Carswell