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Micro Us

Micro Us

Instant Man

Speed warrior extraordinaire

Can't waste precious time
baking bread in the oven

Microwaves it instead

Needs that instant gratification

Time is money
Time is fleeting
Push a button
Flip the screen
Beep!! Beep !! Beep !!

Multi Task
Get it done
half ass
but on TIME

Living on the run

Time is the enemy

Tick Tock efficiency

Manage the clock

Instant Man nukes his bread

Tis what he does

Tis what we do

30 seconds all it takes

Dough blows up in his face

Scrape it off

Clean it up

Keep moving

Beat the clock

Tick Tock

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Georgina Richardson

You`ve worn me out just reading that one Steve. Well done honey. Love G xx

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BLOSSOM

I agree with Georgina I feel like I've just been bulldozed  ha ha!  Your content and structure on this poem worked brilliantly.  A very clever write Steve, and you're right 'Tis what we do'!  Perhaps we should all take in life a little bit slower lol:)

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Steve Green

Writing is an excellent respite for me from the speed way Thanks for the kind words

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Carey Milton

Bravo!!!
I am so rapped to see a brilliant unique little write take the stage!

Loved...loved....loved it!!!!

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Steve Green

Thanks Carey....Those encouraging words coming from such a fine writer as yourself truly humbles me

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