Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.
WordPress prompt [an enigmatic title]
Dear thc
I’m not one hundred, but you are,
Do you still drive a petrol car.
When younger, much hype and ballyhoo,
’bout pc issues I eschew.
.
.
Like what dunny is right for me.
Or taxonomy of trisexual fleas.
If daylight saving would make us calmer,
Whilst destroying dairy farmers
What happened to the pc prism,
And all those other whataboutisms.
Do they still worry from their grave
’bout the stuff on which now they rage.
The Hobart Chinaman 