“DIARY OF A LONESOME, OLD, BITTER MAN!” a poem. a.k.a.: “Sob-batical Tears!” July 2, 2018 (Monday)
I don’t know much, Honey (pause) ‘cept-THIS-SEEMS (pause)
People preaching love and peace – and-non-judgment in my face;
People saying: “THAT HYPOCRITE!” and “Somebody-done-me-wrong!”
It seems that I can’t tell the difference (pause)
Between what’s short or long –
A TV E-
Vangelizer, who-was-preaching-on-adultery –
Was found, in-a-week-with-his-best-friend’s-wife (pause)
She was quite sul-t(e)ry!
When folks start pointing fingers (pause) over all creation,
Their finger pointing-can-come back home – to their own, sweet station!
And-I-really- don’t have (pause)
No place TO GO – except into your arms,
BUT, when I have to dodge those bullets, I hear me some alarms,
That signal such uncertainty and critical refrains,
I must endure, when I’m accused – Accused of all these “stains!”
And, yes, I’m-sure my soul is stained – with-many an-unfortunate-feature,
For I am not much of a man – and even less a creature,
That can withstand – AN ONSLAUGHT, whenever it seems ripe,
To put my lonely, little self – inside your special gripe!
I AIN’T NO BETTER (pause)
THAN ANY OTHER (pause)
MAN YOU HAVE CONCEIVED,
And, it seems that,
All of them – have caused you to be grieved –
And I-surely-don’t-want to trouble you,
ON & ON & ON –
And-I-don’t want to be FOR YOU –
Another silly pawn.
YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL!! – to-me-my-Dear,
And I would NEVER PURPOSELY “blow your salient cover!”
But, if-you-expect-me-to-withstand – such fits time and again,
Well, Honey – I really am – THE LEAST of any man!
I’d rather certain-be-set-beneath – a cursed, rough millstone,
Than trouble you, My Lovely Dear – you-must,