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Is anyone really normal
Or do we all just have a glitch?
Some people lie, don’t tell the truth 
Some tattle tale and snitch. 

Some brag about their money
Their fancy cars or their new house
Some want to project an image
That’s what they’re all about.  

Some hoard old antique bottles
Tarnished knives , some spoons and forks
Magazines and old newspapers
Old placemats and old wine corks. 

Some think they are superior 
They  look down their nose at you
They think they’re so much better
But we know …. their poop  stinks, too. 

Some have a habit of repeating
They repeat every word they say
They think that what they’re  saying
Needs to see the light of day. 

Some are “braggarts” and  “name droppers”
Projecting they have clout
They try their best  … want to impress
They think they’re cool, no doubt. 

Learn to tolerate, use less judgement
When you first meet someone new
Everyone ‘s got hang ups
Everyone …. including you. 

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Google Images. Revise Sociology.

Can’t imagine being intimate
Then never seeing you again
Shared my deepest, darkest secrets
Said that we were more than friends.

Lulled into a world of fantasy
Sucked into the abyss
Was lured into the darkness
With one long and lustful kiss. 

Lying naked for the taking
Yours alone to touch …. to hold
A vulnerable position
My being …. to behold. 

All consuming trust and innocence
Led to my own demise 
The bond we shared together 
Was built upon your lies.

No serious intentions 
No plan to follow through
Living for the moment
Now, there’s nothing I can do. 

The shame, remorse  …. unyielding
You made a fool of me
After everything I did for you
Now you ignore me, totally. 

It’s not easy to imagine
Someone could be so cold, so cruel
I should have seen it coming
Should have never trusted you. 

Vanished over night
No forwarding address
Just a note that said, 
“My Darling, I really could care less!”

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Irritants and allergies
Creep inside my lungs
They arrive, though uninvited
And, won’t leave until they’re done. 

They cause a painful, scratchy throat
A clogged and stuffy nose
My breathing becomes difficult
That’s just the way it goes. 

I sneeze, I whine, I blow my nose
More than  a dozen times
But, nothing stops my itchy eyes
Or, this dreadful cough of mine.

Tea with honey helps a bit
It soothes my painful throat
Cough drops from the pharmacy
And, wearing a warm coat. 

But, weeks go by without relief
I still feel so bad, so sick
No matter what I try to do
I’m afraid …. I’m stuck with this.

Dust seems to be the culprit
Not much that I can do 
I wear a mask, I clean the blinds
And, take off my street shoes.

You’ve got to  keep  the bugs away 
Do anything you can
And,  be aware of dusty vents
When you turn on that fan. 

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You pay to store nonsense
Nik naks … galore
Papers in boxes
Piled up on the floor. 

The mangers, the donkeys 
You only need one
Mary gave birth
To only one son. 

Who needs three Mary’s 
three Joseph’s, six cows
 12 camels, or raccoons
Four goats and a sow?

A ton of old bedding
That you’ll  never use
A large crate of cd’s  
And, worn out old shoes.

The paintings, the books
The ribbons  and bows
Photos of people 
You don’t even know.

The hoarding, so selfish
You just can’t let go
The ticket stubs saved
From your favorite shows.

Your stuff sits in storage
Year after year
You’re paying a fortune
This much is clear.

The clothes and the hats
That you’ll never wear
Should give them away
This doesn’t seem fair.

Why? Ask yourself ….
Do you want to do this?
You’re wasting your money
On things you won’t miss.

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Laughter and giggles
Screams in the air
No fear, no concerns
Loves lizards and bears.

Fearless, courageous 
Loves to climb trees
Wants to climb to the top
Cause she just wants to see. 

Doesn’t care about eating
Doesn’t  like vegetables 
Eating her peas
Makes her so miserable.

Ice cream and candy
Cookies  and cake
Who needs potatoes
Baked chicken or steak?

Chocolate syrup
With cherries on top
She loves  her sugar 
Yes, she loves it a lot!

No, she can’t stop
No time for a nap
She is too busy 
Doing this, doing that.

A dog and a ball
Her idea of fun
She wants to go out 
To play in the sun. 

Hours and hours
Of running around 
So hard to relax
So hard to calm down. 

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I met you in a chat room
Not sure if you are real 
Could be AI generated
Programmed to have appeal.

Your photos look unusual
As if each one is staged
Poising with a background
In the sunshine or the shade.

Your messages seem scripted
Am I friends with a robot?
Are you a human being?
Please tell me if you’re not.

We had plans to meet in person
Suddenly you’ve disappeared
I wrote you several messages
I’ve been dissed, that much is clear.

Your job, your name, your country
It was all just make believe
I fell hook , line and sinker
I was easily deceived.

You never asked for money
Not sure about your plan
Wish I knew what happened 
Why the setup, why the scam?

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Google Images. Etsy.

If you wanted to, you could
If you wanted to, you would
But it’s over, said and done 
Things got real, no longer fun.

Erased, forgotten, washed away
No trail  to find, no tracks, no way
The knife was left…. lodged in my back
Your eyes once blue, had turned to black.

So underrated,  lost,  confused 
You played for fun, I had been used 
Changed the locks , kept the keys
Nothing more …. to do with me.

Lost my glitter, spark and shine
You took it all, I lost my mind
No regret, no recollection
My name and number’s never  mentioned.

Nothing there to hold on to
No safety net, or steel toed shoes
Nothing  there, not one excuse
On my own, no parachute. 

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Google Images. Pngtree.

Out in the open
Out in the cold
I tried to be honest
Straightforward and bold. 

I didn’t hold back
I beared my soul
My cards on the table
A burden, a load. 

A secret withheld
I’ve carried this far
The weight of the world
In the trunk of my car.

A box filled with photos
That no one should see
The trinkets, the treasures
Belonging to me.

Can I let them go?
Set them a blaze?
Evidence of
My old foolish ways.

So much remorse
So many mistakes 
Time to let go
Before, it’s too late. 

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Google Images. Bespeaking.

Too many drinks
My first mistake
 I wasn’t thinking
Not  thinking straight.

Took off my clothes
I let her in
We had just met
Weren’t even friends.

The heat of desire
It was all  chemistry
Nothing else mattered
Just her next to me. 

Love at first sight
Our bodies co-mingled 
Hard to adjust
To not being single. 

Sex in the morning
All through the night
Making excuses
Convinced this was right. 

Candlelight dinners
Romantic date nights
Up until midnight
High as a kite. 

Work in the morning 
Hard to get up 
Needing a shower
This wasn’t enough. 

Privacy suffered
I needed  a break
Up for promotion 
A lot was at stake.

Distracted, off course
Things got too complex
I was driven by lust
I became too obsessed.

Time to let go
I broke it off
Just told her I needed
More time to play golf.

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