JUST A LOUSE; I TOLD YOU; HERE’S PROOF.” a poem for: Friday the 13th 2019 in December.


I JUST ALWAYS LOVE being approached by The Matriarch or The Patriarch,
THE HEAD OF THE FAMILY, which ONCE welcomed me in,
Telling me: “We like you,” BUT NOW (because of something I did) I am guilty of sin.
All I can figure out is: THE LAST TIME I WAS THERE,
FOR THANKSGIVING or CHRISTMAS that I RIPPED ME A TEAR,
IN THE FABRIC OF THEIR FAMILY SEN SI BI LI TY.
Of course, I have NO IDEA WHAT I DID, but it’s incumbent upon me,
To figure out what my nefarious trangression(s) was,
Perhaps I said something irreverent about their religion or political convictions,
BECAUSE:
Well, I ain’t been back to see them, since I really don’t know when;




I just figured (that) they weren’t inviting many people any more,
Or maybe just WOMEN not MEN.
Well, WHEN I FIND THIS OUT and ALSO that: ThisPersonAndThatPerson AndHimAndHer (also) CAN NO LONGER COME,
“A bum” who HAD NO IDEA that HE breached manners or protocol,
AND I HAVE (at that point) no intention whatsoever to EVER visit or call,




Or to EVER accept another pleasant dinner invitation,
When IwillNEEDtoWALKonEGGshells AND, when this most recent salutation,
I got UP FRONT is: “You better shape up and behave;
IF you don’t we will ALWAYS consider you a knave.”
At that point I FIGURE they really need other “friends?”
THIS POEM is to THOSE PEOPLE it’s from ME, a BADboy, who sends,
HOLIDAY GREETINGS to all sorts of wonderful people & their families who defend,
Their fine values and virtues. Sometimes, SO CALLED FRIENDSHIP must be brought to an end.
fin ♥
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