An Inbox

[Elm46]

Money money money,
is all I can see.
In an inbox full of Russian brides
who deep down so somber to my sober
self mean nothing to me.
But ah how they have a way with words,
their smiles wouldn't ever send me
thousands of miles, until these emails refrain.
But the cash, quick look!
They say, give us all your savings and we'll
make your most undesirable dilemmas disappear away.
A book of faces and blue box, here mentioning others
and bashing them so cruel is all the rage.
And Siri talks. Siri talks.
Today at least of all days,
Tuesday past noon- I'd sooner throw
my tele into the river from the starboard
bow of a schooner or tie it to an
ascending blue balloon.
Into the sky.
For whole heartedly in this
month of July would I rather be....
Delightfully with my sweet love,
her hand against my chest away
from this electronic hub and
beneath a Panamanian Palm tree.

[dwells]

There's a hotbed of Ukranian women down here Elm and they are quite the lookers for the most part. So this was doubly meaningful for me since I see the ads on occasion, but never dabble in any foreign affairs. Watch out for dengue fever down there, under that shady palm since their skeeters are now moving north.
This was an unusual and appropriate view of an electronic world that doesn't get enough ink; well done and cheers! - Dan (say HI to Siri Bluetooth)

[Elm46]

Your comments are the best, as usual Dwells. It is my prolonging frustration as to whether or not engaging in these fantasy females is a choice bet XD
As for the mosquitoes, be so kind as to send them back where they came from, Bleh ! ;)thanks again

[Dew]

Russian brides...man. I hope that when mine arrives she really is as money hungry as I imagine so I can just frisk a fist full of bills and get my kitchen clean...lawrd knows I'm not gonna ask my real wife to do it...that just puts me in marital debt. LOL - dew