Nobody saw it coming

Not Dr. Seuss, not the kid, not the dad, not the mom. (well, maybe the mom did...)

I don’t have a job,
I don’t have a car
So I sit in the house
Eating cheese from a jar
In the drug-induced haze
Where I spend all my days
Dad’s recliner is fine
I’m making it mine
Remotes in my hand
Oh life is so grand
But all I can do is
Sit! Sit! Sit! Sit!
And mom does not like it.
Not one little bit.


This factory made socks, then closed; had taken the picture for get-pushed challenge to do something industrial
Sorry, I've been reading depressing articles about the collapse of work for men and youths in the US.

[Francoise]

@lynbonn I reworked this, taking Wendy's suggestion to try it in a gritty black and white. @farmreporter

[Wendy]

@francoise Yep - it does look much more industrial than your last shot! Where is the poem from? Is it yours?

[Annie D]

gorgeous light shade shadows and lines

[kali]

the world over... this is very poignant

[katy]

Two birds ...one photo, to paraphrase get pushed, check. Write something everyday, check! Love your Seussian poem.

[Walks @ 7]

The grit is more appropriate to the words. Like the shadows that seem to be almost taking over the building.

[Sandy]

Did you write the poem? Love it.

[gloria jones]

Neat capture of lines, light

[Rita]

So evocative, words and picture tell the story perfectly.