Exercise 230615

What sort of world

is this when there

is no fresh milk

to be had. I don’t

want to live in

a world without milk.

It’s what I was

fed on as a babe.

And it’s a habit

I still enjoy

from time to time.

This is a magnitude crisis,

one of even natural

significance and importance.

Where is my milk?

I want it —

here and now!


© 2017 L. Tafa


Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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