Wordism
Over brushing my teeth this morning I started to think about -ism’s and how I don’t much care for them. Nothing ever good came from an -ism. There aren’t many choices as far as ism’s go, there’s Marxism, fascism, fundamentalism, terrorism – to name a few. I take a shower and wake slowly thinking I need a cup of coffee (another sleepless night) I debate back and forth in my mind weather to make real coffee of go for the quick and easy instant coffee and settled on making the good stuff. My eyes heavy and mind foggy the idea of -ism’s come fumbling back in. I think I am done with -ism’s because everything that seems to exist in an -ism, doesn’t seem like anything I want to take part in. I think I need to dub some of my own ism terms, because I really like the sound of ism’s, just not what most of them represent. It’s about time for me to leave, I have a day off (giddy up) I think I am going for a drivism.
Sometimes it feels like i am a tightrope walker, in a circus,
with hundreds of people looking on from the crowd. Watching to see if i will fall... 
