Cry me a river
Yet swim it too
Maybe the time
Will soak through
Argue for hours
Just fight with yourself
Maybe the battle
Will be your wealth
Throw accusations
Yet, catch with your hand
Maybe when it’s over
You’ll become a man
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Articles of Absurdity 
This one’s a little rough, woman.
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Try living it. Oh wait…you probably have in a previous time, before The Man.
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I think I need a life raft…
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Don’t drown Joe.
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“Cry me a river/Yet swim it too” Love the imagery. You have a gift, young lady.
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I love gifts. Thanks.
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Your poetry is beautiful, Lorre–as you are, by the way–and it carries a blunt, powerful message, you have a way with words! “:)
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What a grand double compliment. Thanks. When you write something just to vent, you don’t always think about others getting anything out of the same words.
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some men never get it. continue…
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It’s true. Women as well, but that’s for a guy to bitch about.
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I think someone has been giving you some hassle, of course knowing
your wickedness it could just be another one of your inventive pieces
to throw us a wicked shimmy… Well if it isn’t, then just use the pointed
end of your boot and progress will be instant 🙂 🙂
Daringly cruel and yet wondrously effective me thinks 🙂 😉
Androgoth XXx
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I used the pointy end of a pen and signed divorce papers many moons ago. Thanks for another great compliment and for reading more of my ramblings.
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Mummmm,,,,make that boy stand on his own. Nice.
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Thanks!
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