“FOR THE GIRL TRYING TO PULL A RABBIT OUT OF HER HAT!” a poem, posted on June 27, 2019 (THOR’s day)
If you don’t get your Heart broken every day, you didn’t do it right!!!
For THIS is “The Place of Broken Dreams,” where tears run thick at night!
A place – where Hearts-are-meant-to-be-broken! So, get-you-a-telephone!
Call someone, if you want, to break off The Date,
Or tell them – that you’ll be – EXTREMELY late,
And – that YOU DON’T CARE!
And – “You’ve got too much hair!”
Let’s-all-tear-out-some-hair and cry-to-“GOD,”
And there’s no one there! There’s only “sod,”
HARD, DUSTY EARTH, with dry, mean thistles,
And all-around-your-meat are maggots-&-gristle!
But, TAKE HEART! You made it! to the-right torture chamber,
Where Napoleon Bonaparte can unleash-His-anger!
For this is where HE – and others flourish,*
Hurting and torturing! This is how they nourish,
Themselves! – on YOUR sorrow and woe!
THE FACT THAT YOU HAVE A BROKEN HEART IS JUST SO YOU’LL KNOW,
That THIS-isn’t-your-HOME; it’s just a place to go,
To learn humility! and courage! and also-to-show,
[That] YOU ARE DESTINED – [Some day!] FOR A BEAUTIFUL PLACE,
- – IF you are comfortable here, like people like Trump & Pelosi & Generals & Confident Businessmen [and women] & Doctors, Lawyers & Indian Chiefs et al, please to receive your reward IN FULL, at the expense of silly, disoriented, troubled, hurt, grasping, yearning half-people, like me! Heh! Heh! “He who laughs, lasts!” anon.