i am well aware
that on a list of
dream men
to sweep you off your feet
carry you away
to a land of
dreams come true
fulfill your wildest fantasies
that
i am most likely
going to fail
at every turn
but
if hearing rambling odes
to birds trilling of
where they store
the bodies of
their vanquished enemies
squirrels
nefariously plotting
tennis balls
with a sense of freedom
or
just bleak
depressive lines
mined from real
emotional disarray
i am
most readily
good for a weekend
or so
anymore and
even i
cannot stand myself
so
check expectations
at the door
prepare yourself to think
what is wrong with him
in increasingly
alarmed tones
and get ready for
a diatribe on how
the bushes outside
reek of brimstone
as demons scurry
among the branches
it’s all i bring
to the table
i tend to dine alone
Well written, I love how you put it all out there. Thank you for posting this poem.
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thank you for reading and commenting.
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Loved this ….sitting here with a smile on my face.
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And now I am too.
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This is beautiful
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thank you kindly.
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Wanna go for a drinky poo then? 🤣
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Nothing better than drinks with friends. I’ll head North, Texas is too damn hot.b
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Dude. It’s almost 40°C up here. That’s basically… hell… in Fahrenheit 🤣🔥🔥🔥 All the more reason to BEER. 🍻🙃😝
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For sure. It’s mid 30s C here.
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All the more reason to get a little shitty and whine about emotional disarray. 😬
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Hells yes.
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