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Chasing tail

on a good day

nothing else

gets in the way,

but when

I’m left with my self

I tend to get in the mood to play,

cops and robbers

dogs and cats

angry crowds & eager thirsty Dj,

in the desperate need

to play the hero

and get an honest hooray,

then I wear my

communism hard hat

and I want everyone to obey,

but then a pretty bull fighting dancer

who wants to challenge

gets in my face and hollers “oley”,

tells me their not trying to run

they’ll stand right there

and just carefully survey,

because there’s something

that I’m doing that seems

just way too funny…

me not being too sure

on how to take it

doesn’t know if its worth to tolerate,

so I stay on my toes

and throw her over my shoulders

like some sort of sashay,

she thinks I’m being kinky

takes it for four play

and says not on the first date,

not knowing it was flirtation

advised I don’t mix my dessert

with my main entrée,

I chased

my own tale

and then she went away,

so even with a walk off

it’s still not so bad

of a day,

just a little note to self

never bring a snack

to the buffet

Side swiped at the perfect time

People Hate

What They (can’t have and)

 Dont

Understand,

LIfe

is happening

with or without you

so to fait, what is your primary plan?

you may think

your playing poker

and the main hazard here

is not, to not let any one else see your hand,

 this is chess

with carefully calculated steps

properly matched and set

 to meet and get their demands,

so clap your hands

and wish evil’s

just will

goes away,

like a domino effect

touching every single thing

that slips in/ falls out or that gets

in or around its way,

all that slander

and all those lies

strictly and only for you self satisfies

leaving little to be happy about when I am given the “bad news of the day”,

so clouded in my self

I hardly had

any feeling

left to feel,

when the enemy

that’s been on my tail

sees her window

and complains to those that also see its appeal,

I’m threatening

because their bullshitting

does little to scare me or make me submit to the

kiss ass and wait in line sort of parade,

I answer to those who ask

so if ever given a task

and those in which are thirsty and ask

for water and flask,

in which case I have

do I shew them away?

 and say for those comments/that answer/this water

this company (my employer)

does not pay for me to relay?

heavens no

I pour until I can’t no more

and if in conversation we both agree

that we are all in the final end of days,

why should you be offended

if what we’re grieving over

isn’t in your interest

if it isn’t within your grasp

then this subject matter

is not for you, at least not today!

not everything

is meant for you

or against all of you

who happen to think and feel

the same way,

let the dead

Barrie the dead

the blind

lead the blind

and you your self

can go on and about

your own merry way!

I’m not soliciting

or trying to make commission

some one has a dollar

I have 4 quarters

and they have a feeling

I’m carrying change,

do I ignore whats been left at my door

my response is

I have nothing more

what I’ve been given

and what you’re asking for

I give freely

because it’s what ive been given

to gave,

my god has

set me in my path

forgiven my awful past

and set me in my ways,

I was side swiped

at the perfect time

because at this time

I wasnt going to move

until the building came down

in flames,

so now

by no other choice

I move away,

oh how

comments

pave

(this is the first installment

of a week-long series

of how people

who can’t grasp the situation

they only caught

a fraction of a piece of

can jump to conclusions

further building

an excerpt catalog

that led to my termination

from a company that

is supposed to help

those that are less fortunate

down and out

on their luck

know them selves

what is needed

but wanting confirmation

who am I to deny

what is placed in my heart

not by choice?)

///my termination letter will be uploaded at the end of the week

to show case and better illistrate the up coming poems ///