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Contributed by softerware on Thursday, 16th April 2020 @ 03:19:00 AM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry

At last I’ve arrived with the luggage I lug.
A knapsack of beer and a “GO CHARGERS” mug.

No one to answer to! Just peace and quiet!
Two days of anti-establishment diet!
Gone, as in WENT, as in “I’m outta here!”
No clock or computer, no emails my dear!

(Oh lucky me, they’re connected to wi-fi)!
What part don’t you get when someone goes “Bye Bye”?
Computers and phones; they’re leashes from hell.
Why do you think they call it a “cell”?

(They’ve thoughtfully furnished a phone and a desk)!
It’s ringing already! (so much for my rest!)
What time do I want my wake-up call?
How ‘bout when New Years comes in the Fall?

Don’t send me breakfast or knock at my door!
It’s inside my eyelids I’ve come to explore!
I threw the remote out and vowed to ignore
the newspaper sliding under my door!

(What were they thinking to leave me an iron?)
Rumpled and wrinkled is my kinda fine!
Take back your hairdryer!! Take back the board!
If I don’t like the bed; I’ll sleep on the floor!

There’s a fortune in pencils and post cards alone!
(I’ll be sure to write you when I get back home…)
I threw out the magazines, closed all the blinds;
Hid the alarm clock and hung out a sign!
Quiet! I’m sleeping! Do not disturb;
I pulled out my stash and lit up an herb;

Just when I settled my head for a nap
the housekeepers sneaked in and put stuff all back!

There’s just no escape from life’s virtual intrusion.
So I opened the fridge for a shotglass of sooth’in;
But four mini bottles left me no debaser.
Even with three cans of beer as a chaser!

BAM! the alarm rings! It’s morning, and yes;—
Here comes the best part: Checkout Express!
Welcome dear traveler. How long must you stay?
Put up and pay up and be on your way!

Checkout on time or else you’ll pay double!
Doors slamming everywhere! Boy we’re in trouble!
Gotta move fast, so downstairs I leap!
Bleary-eyed, key in hand, still half asleep.

Standing in line, bare to the knees;
With my backpack and beer, in my best BVDs.
What did I get for being on time?
Security dragged me right out of line!
Indecent exposure. Judge said 30 days!
He offered me bail but I told him NO WAY!

No maids or phones! It’s as it’s quiet as can be!
With 3 squares a day and a color TV!
If you crave seclusion—may I suggest
a sweet little cell for a long week-end/'/ rest!

Copyright © softerware ... [ 2020-04-16 03:19:00]
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Re: HOTEL GETAWAY (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 18th April 2020 @ 04:18:21 AM AEST
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oh boy, now don/'/t we all wish
the day of solitude meant
at least something more.
Oh hush, we need the
didactic resonance of
simple thought one
can only find outside
of any four walls that
constrain our simple
wish to be bored,
or is it, not to be
bored, but to be
alone and alive
just long enough
to become revived.
And I am not so
old that I have
forgotten such
days, whereby
there was no
internet, and zilch
television, and
if you were lucky,
perhaps only
a book that
at first would
never have
taken your interest
but you read it
anyway, and
oddly enough
eventually called
it your only friend.
Today, all day,
I sit at home,
in front of a computer
at home, hoping
to keep busy,
knowing I am
lucky to have
a job I can
do remote,
And I shrug,
I shrug incessantly,
I am the type
who must have
physical movement,
I must pace,
I must stop
and do a push up,
dance around
the place,
I need to
because it
helps me
focus, and
it helps me
to remove
the pent up
i like to
rest only
when I
tire both
and physically.
And when
I feel bored,
that is when
I remember
just who I
And that is
when I can
finally start
on the path
forward to
think clearly
once again.

SW, what
I like about
your poetry
is that you
make things
original things
original thoughts
out of circumstances
most of us can
relate to.
So thank you!
I enjoyed this -
because I/'/ve
kind of been there.

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