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I'll never write poetry again...

Nothing good comes to those who wait...
I wait wait wait wait
Wait for you
But you never will
Even consider
That I'm worth of a spoken word
From you.
You're too stingy with your Godly voice
I fell in love with
But you instead
Just swipe with it
(My love, that is)
As if My Love
Was your credit card
Shopping at some Super-Mart.
So you swipe that mother
In a fit of some much anger
At the cashier's - no...you're mad at me
And think you of me and
My worthiness (or lack thereof):
An APR of 3456(7)789%
Now who the s!*%#&$ would want that kind of rate?
Am I crazy? I got good credit - you thought to thyself
Let me throw this Geroggio Platinum Visa
Not in the trash.
But rather in the toilet,
Then with him in it...
I flush, you says:
Then hock up a loogie...
Also spitting in the toilet will do him good,
To say in disgust: "Pheeeewww...Good Riddance
You piece of crappola worthless credit card offer!"
I'll just find another(s),
I know my worth...
You ain't but cheap
And I expensive,
You went ahead and pushed that cart
Into the COVID-empty parking lot
(Cashier runs out trying to catch up to you:
"Lady, you forgot this
Cabbage Head
Perhaps b/c'z you no used to
Using paper bags!") - So you retorted:
"It's not cabbage - it's a Lettuce Head"
Then to yourself thinking about the cashier: "You cabbagehead!"
So nothing good actually comes
To the likes of me...
Who were told that
"Good things come to those who wait."
Bunch of B.S.
I wait
And instead I'm being ridiculed
Told to go back to my Ol'Country
And other suggestive, under the breath
Methodical, subliminal messagings
By certain members of the Freemasonry
They call themselves Freethinkers
And asked you to join them, too...
So they like you so much
That they like to harm me in their earnest
To show that they're the masters here.
Well. No *#&$*#(!!, *##*#(()) Tea Party Mayflower Whatever-s,
I get it.
I waited t\00/o long,
Now I feel like a sucker lollipop
Ready to fall in the doldrums
Or some mountain crevice...you know,
(Like the cartoons used to show it when we were kids)
The man turns into a lollipop
With no land under his feet
For being in love
You. I guess that's why they call it "falling" in love.
So I'm a Fall Guy, too.
Gioco di parole.
I get it.
Ciao Bambina Biddie!
You stole my heart...
But I'll let you have it! Keep it!
I don't want it,
Since I can no longer feel the beats
Because the one it was beating for, is
Long gone.
Considers me
A hapless
(Go on, add to the list of epithets...
But don't forget to go shopping again,
So you may get mad at me again during and
When you swipe that high-APR
Magnetic stripe,
Of no feelings bigits (digits & binaries),
Hollow sorrow, just money-grubbing
You'll shall think (of about me):
What a pathetic loser
This wanna-be Lover!!)!?!??!
?S(criptum):.:not putting pressure - just stating my case
That's all (folks)!
(Looney Tunes Music follows...)
But Farewell...and
Be Well
My Unrequited One...you know your name, I won't repeat it
For certain bigit-frailties; computer might blow up and
So will this Morse Code
Of my Soul
Toward yours...my lips are biting in the air
Sad and
Hungry for missing yours.
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Submitted on May 11, 2020

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Nobody Nose

19th Century Poet turned mathematician when his love interest dumped him, bereft of any reasons for her departure from his soul. more…

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