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  • BROKE & UNMARRIED

    ITā€™S SCARY TO BE BROKE & UNMARRIED

    I had money and beauty in 2022,
    But no more of both in 2024.
    It seems that fickle Beauty
    Requires copious sums of funds to
    Fulfill even the most basic duties!
    Iā€™m now a fading and non-dating lady
    Forced to reside at my parentsā€™lair,
    Trying to pretend I donā€™t live there.
    Itā€™s hard on a Southern Bell like me,
    Raised to always smile and please.

    This has become impossible to achieve,
    Depending on my Mum to keep mum
    About the cash from her personal stash
    Sheā€™s now forced to share with me!
    So I feel like trash to bum from Mum.
    Regardless, no matter what one earns,
    Living expenses wonā€™t protect
    Even those with prodigious funds
    From watching it blown and burned by
    The egregiously inflated cost of living.

    It ate me up and tossed my gifting, and
    Iā€™m now too old for heavy lifting.
    My earthā€™s axis shifting, since I need
    My unfulfilled dreams to stay, but
    Feel them desperately drifting away.

  • For Christina, Who Bought Me Flowers & Helped Me Move

    CHRISTINA MƁS FINA

    Christina, mas fina,
    I think youā€™re most fine
    And am so glad youā€™re a friend
    Till the end of mine
    And others who depend
    On you, too.
    I especially appreciate
    Your help with my move!
    It was even worse
    Than after my divorce,
    And what could be worse
    Than moving after divorce?
    One without your help,
    Or so Iā€™d guess.
    And I must confess,
    In my state my stress,
    I couldnā€™t ā€œbuy myself flowers,ā€
    But you even saved me
    In my post-move hours.
    You have a kind of kindness
    That leaves you blindless
    To othersā€™ needs,
    Making you one of a kind
    And a very special breedā£ļø
    You show love to all,
    And even though Iā€™m tall,
    You pass every test,
    Proving your stature
    Is simply the best!
    I guess thatā€™s why youā€™re
    Loved by all the restā£ļø

  • RICHARD GERE, YOUā€™RE NEEDED HERE

    I

    Iā€™d take him either time or way,
    Since my sexual frustration
    And reliance on underperforming,
    Bored, and boring imagination,
    Coupled with rote vibrations
    Electronic stimulation, and
    Partner Simulation,
    To feel a trickle of the fickle
    Brief floods of sexual relief,
    Even if gush is grief,
    Iā€™d still give my eye teeth
    To be the victim of a
    Pleasure Thief šŸ’¦šŸ«¦

  • NOBODY NOWHERE

    NOBODY NOWHERE

    Iā€™m nobody nowhere.
    I wish someone would rescue me from nowhere.
    I canā€™t get out of here.
    I just want to read my own poems.
    But I have a new phone,
    Itā€™s practically all I own.
    The old one has been usurped,
    Ownership passed to another ā€œownā€
    And other phones.
    So Iā€™m just here I fear
    To track down my own poems
    So I can read them on my own
    To comfort my own self.
    Dear God:
    This is UTTER HELL!!!!!