I have created a poem while driving on northbound 880 and towards the nursing home where old granny resides. The time of my inspiration was 09:06AM. I suppose I was hungry but my mind was pretty much blank.
I love cauliflower and broccoli too.
I love tomatoes and carrots in my stew.
Now how simple was that? I laughed out loud and ‘Kali-Maw’ only smiled. ‘Shiva-Paw’ did not have the normal human responses of appreciation of mostly silent ‘spit’. Robots do exist and these units are out-dated from my observation.
We fed granny aros-kaldo soup. But she seemed to enjoy the longanisa sausage and rice. The ‘Kali-Maw’ unit ordered that Goldie Lock breakfast, which was too much for the old lady to eat and the food items ended up piled on the nearby desk.
I cleaned up granny’s room by dumping one expired, red colored canister of fake Pringles; one old flowering pot of plant and other crap from this stupid basket. I placed the other four remaining canisters of Pringles in this basket to keep the stupid people from dumping crap.
Granny cried after ‘Kali-Maw’ cried because the ‘Kali-Maw’ unit continues to play the idiot for feeling too much; knowing she too will be dumped in that living condition if she doesn’t shut the hell up. The ‘Kali-Maw’ unit has sustained an open sore on her left mouth. This is symbolic and reminds me of her karma, like that deceased auntie with the same sore mouth condition from cancer.
We took pictures and I put a smiley face on the upper right hand corner of the room number of the log entry made by ‘Shiva-Paw.’
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