The society based on production is only productive, not creative.

It's raining again. East Derwent Highway, Geilston Bay. July 2012.

Theme Thursday and I am stricken with CONFUSION.

I am CONFUSed because I have the flu.

I am CONFUSed that I have the flu even though I've had the flu shot.

I am CONFUSed because CONFUSION is the natural order of things.

I am CONFUSed that if you try to deliberately fail at something, and you succeed, which have you actually done?

I am CONFUSed that things often don't go to plan.

I am CONFUSed when people do things that I don't expect them to do.

I am CONFUSed about the Higgs-Boson Particle.

I am CONFUSed that if you expect the unexpected, doesn't that make the unexpected expected?

I am CONFUSed about bacon ice cream.

I am CONFUSed as to why so many people watch 'reality' competitive cooking television programs.

I am CONFUSed that so many people act against their own interests.

I am CONFUSed about countries who kill people who kill people to show people that killing people is wrong.

I am CONFUSed that there is so much CONFUSION about the place.

Comments

Unspoken said…

Me too, on most of these. But the flu shot always gives me the flu. Okay, twice. I no longer get it :).

3 August 2012 at 02:27

joanne said…

After reading about YOUR confusion, I had to admit that lots of what you stated confuses me too......that was a great take on prompt, and I smiled wide.

3 August 2012 at 04:07

Susan said…

Very cool! I like that you stuck some Holly Near in there (kill people to show that killing people is wrong, what a foolish notion . . .), some comedy--sort of Lily Tomlin-esque, and some science--what a mixed and right-on bag of fusion!

3 August 2012 at 14:03

Anonymous said…

I think this is a very moving poem. It begins simply then delves into more critical issues. Well done!

4 August 2012 at 03:20

Mrsupole said…

Hi Kris,

I am sorry that you have the flu and hope you are getting better. I did not get my flu shot this past winter and seem to have caught every flu, whereas when I got the shot I seemed to not get as sick.

I really like all your confused things and they all make sense to me about how we should be confused about each one.

Thanks for sharing such great confusing things for this weeks Theme Thursday. They were great.

God bless.

4 August 2012 at 18:28

Kris McCracken said…

Thanks!

11 August 2012 at 19:10

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This will hurt me...

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