Electricity is a cruel addiction.
I take you for granted. I apologize. You are a cruel temptress, but I find that life without you is almost pointless. I can’t imagine myself in the days of the Old West. 150 years ago would have been a difficult time for me out on the prarie with my 15 year old wife and candles. I would make due. I wouldn’t need you.
But here in the 21st century, you are an evil necessity. Today you left me for a time. You’ve done it before, and I cursed your name. You are a whore and a bitch. You leave me in such a lurch sometimes. When you go, I cannot computer. I think, well I’ll just TV, wait, no. Okay, I’ll just listen to the, nope. Since I can’t do all that, maybe I can read a–NO LIGHT! You are a powerful addiction and I hate you. I love you. You always return, but I never know how long you’ll be gone and when you’ll leave again. Fuck you. I won’t allow you to toy with me. I will develop the ability to not need you. It should be nice in my cabin in Montana without you, you vixen. I spit on you. My spit sizzles, but only because you make it.
You’re back. You came back electricity, and you’re here now.
I slap you.
I embrace you.
Fuck you.
I love you.
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is this another poem?
Not a poem, more a story of truth. Electricity is a cruel bitch!
very funny…way out there …but funny
She left me last night! Then just thought she would return without a hitch. I hate that bitch!
Yeah, that wench!
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