This is the future, but also right now.
You aren’t welcome back, no way, no how.
No open arms and no open doors.
It’s clear to all, if it wasn’t before.
You are damaged and toxic, with no moral code.
Picking on children at your age. How bold!
We understand your life sucks pretty hard.
But that’s your fault, so don’t throw crap in our yard.
Haters hate and you are no exception.
I’m pretty sure it started at your conception.
If you’re still in the dark, let me turn on the light.
Without you around, the future is bright.
(Word to your mother…..)
On MY soapbox with MY stripper shoes.
They are all MINE.
Okay…..I’ve done it again.
I had a black sheep blog that I put my poetry on. I decided to stop making it my bitch and put the poems on this blog. It was just too hard to keep up with and we all know…..lately….I can’t even keep up with this one.
BUT…..Like I said. I’ve done it again. I created a another blog that I didn’t tell anyone about…..WELL…..I told 2 people, so there you go…..I’m a liar and a double dipper. The problem with not telling anyone about it, (except the chosen 2)….was….hardly anyone read it. That’s my fault though. I could barely comment as me, let alone another blogger. I stopped posting there because I was debating about what to do.
SO…..I’m coming out of the closet and giving you the link to my blog, which I will not make a black sheep. This blog was created to tell a story about my life, my childhood, my family, the characters I’ve run into and blah, blah, blah……………..As the title states: Based on a true story. Only those who can find themselves in the stories will know which parts are 100% true and which are embellished for embellishment sake. AND…..Only the smart ones will refrain from commenting and showing any outrage since that would only prove which parts are true. That would be foolish!
If I’m not posting here, then hopefully, I’m posting at: Swept From Under The Rug. Now that the cat is out of the bag, I can get to posting more.
SO…….The challenge was: To post a picture taken the day you read the posting about the theme of the challenge. No cheating allowed!
Lucky me…….I read this post at 9:46 at night. It’s dark outside and everyone is asleep. I didn’t think the nachos I pulled out of the oven would make a great shot, so I snapped one of the jars on my kitchen countertop.
Try to hold your excitement. AND……I don’t want to hear from those who wanted to see the nachos.
Back before the second millennium, I took a photography course in college. You know, when actual film had to be put in cameras and a “negative” was not just a bad point in someone. The assignment was shadows, but let’s face it, you can’t have shadows without the sun.