Here was their plan-
Raise the passion of debate
Bring on a face that winks disdain in his scripted lines, followed by her career scripted rebuttals and his hurled invectives and her pretense- his and her unicycles heading to the same private club to have a few laughs over drinks, to be joined by a full orchestra of clowns honking and wheezing their way around the newly arrived gaggle of geese, because when you're seeking a natural sound that might be considered noise in all of the chaos, it's slim pickings in nature, unless you're talking about human nature.

I mean if humans can sit in front of the television for a significant portion of their lives, then surely the people reap what they alone did not sow, but they alone do reap...

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


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