A New Age of Media
Like half-popped corn grown soggy overnight in a forgotten bowl
Blither and drivel
No promise or invitation
Structure long decayed
Indolence becomes insult to the morning
And dirties the memories of the night
Put away the dregs of the party
Even use the recycling bins
Sweep the floor
Let us begin the new day with freshly baked bread
On shining new plates
With rich smelling coffee
Lets begin with the work of craftsman
Let’s begin the day mindfully
With what we need to hear
Wisdom having cleared yesterday’s issues
To celebrate the new day
Crisp, fresh, sweet smelling
Celebrating the people at our table
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