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  • It’s Saturday morning.
    I’m supposed to be writing poems but
    I’m watching cartoons.

    I know the world is coming apart at the seams and
    I know people are fighting in the streets and
    I know entire families live in cardboard boxes under rusting bridges but
    It’s Saturday morning and I’m watching cartoons.

    I know there are military drones taking out innocent civilians and
    I know there are policemen taking bullets and
    I know there are politicians taking bribes but
    It’s Saturday morning and I’m watching cartoons.

    There’s a loving, hardworking woman asleep in my bed and
    There’s the smell of coffee and bacon and biscuits in the air and
    I’m watching cartoons.

    I open the window.

    The morning breeze rattles the blinds and
    I hear the sounds of the fountain gurgling and
    I see brightly feathered birds preening in the palm trees and
    I see green anole lizards stalking flies in
    The glorious profusion of tropical foliage and
    I want to write a poem that breathes life into dinosaurs the size of Chevys and
    Sends them scampering across ante-diluvian plains but
    It’s Saturday morning and I’m watching cartoons.

    I know there are stories to read and there are poems to write and
    There are paintings to paint and I ought to ride my bike to the beach and
    One of these days I have to clean out the garage but
    It’s Saturday morning and I’m watching cartoons.

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    Bugs Bunny & the Gremlin in a scene from the Warner Bros. cartoon "Falling Hare", 1943. Directed by Bob Clampett
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