WMD

What's your weapon of mass destruction? The phone? E-mail? Facebook? Maybe you do it face to face, but that's old school. Why would I tell you how I feel when I can just be vague about it in my status update. Or maybe I'll save all my vicious comebacks for a strongly worded e-mail, mom can back me up on that one. How will you destroy your valuable time today? Will you ponder all of the hurtful things ever said to you? Can you change any of that now? What if you wrote it all down, kept track of it, well documented history of mass destruction. Will that change how things are now? What will the back lash be? What will your Gulf War look like? Never ending. Or maybe it will be more like the Cold War, we didn't send anyone in but there was plenty of blood spilled. How will I cope with the Weapons of Mass Destruction that surround me? Bunker down in my fox hole? Retreat? Take up arms? What if it's not my war, do I fight back just because I'm caught in the cross fire? What if I'm not alone in the cross fire? What if half of all the people I love are there in the middle with me? Bleeding and in pain. Destruction. Maybe I'll be Gandhi. Or Switzerland. I'll let this be my weapon of mass destruction today, I'll let these words ruin my day. Maybe tomorrow I'll use the phone, a strongly worded text message.