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The people who this was written about, will never understand it.
It will always be dreams, not reality that counts in the end. You can be a stand up guy, feet firmly planted on good old Mother Earth and yet the only thing you will be remembered for is being so damn boring people would rather slit their wrists than stay in a room alone with you.
I float, I spin, I swirl and you look at me with a distain that is laughable. You think that because I say nothing to you that I do not argue or try to justify my actions, that I must be simple. You could never wrap your mind around the simple fact that I do not care enough about you to acknowledge your poor attempts at wit. After all, how can you be angry with someone who is so far down the mental food chain from you that they might as well be retarded? Some may but I, personally, never laugh at the mentally challenged. Nor do I allow them their silly torments.
I will take the time to warn you of something, just this once. You should always remember to torment those of your own ilk. Don't attempt to expand your tiny world into mine. While your presence would be but an annoying haze, quick to dissipate, my world would bleed into yours! It would bleed a bright; vibrate red that would wash out all that dull grey, reality you love so much, causing that flaccid muscle you refer to as a brain to implode.
You are warm and safe, Pinocchio; don't try to be a real boy. It's much too scary for you here.
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|Reviewed by Diana Wiles
|An extremely well written piece...a purging and self cleansing laser sharp response...
I wonder now, over eight years on, how you feel about the subject of your writing...
I would be really interested to know...
|Reviewed by K. Mulroney
|Lol! I absolutely got into this my friend, I hear it roar! I hear it laugh and see the simpletons that it is meant for. The ones who will never see past what fake imagery they see in the mirror. Not only are they not the superior entity they believe themselves to be, their depth would be exposed when they turned sideways in that same mirror and disappeared.Love your well sarcasm and honest feelings here. Well done!|
|Reviewed by jude ashiedu
|quite of a dark disposition..i can see you have handed you foes over to secrecy...brilliantly mazed in|
|Reviewed by Joseph Manzo
|Your poem is scary.
|Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper
|The owner of that flaccid muscle sure provoked a lot of poison. Hope it dissipates. Interesting write!|
|Reviewed by Rick Lodewell
|I don't get it?
ha ha. No, i do get it. it's great.
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
|I agree with the board below completely Joanna
This is timely and relevant to whom it may concern...
|Reviewed by Barbara Terry
|I agree with Sandie, JoAnna. We are only second class citizens if we allow ourselves to be. I for one am damn proud of who I am, and I am glad my life played as it did, because it taught me to be brave, bold, tough, and tensile as titanium. The warning you give here JoAnna, is right on, and whoever it was written for should heed it, and all those of similar ilk. Thnx for sharing, I really like this. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, maybe too stubborn for my own good, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS))))))))), your still very sad and very terrified little sister, Barbie
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
|Reviewed by Marco Landi
|Hmm good warning....
from the wits and broom do you belong to the Griffindore or SlYtherene doom?
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Some may always look at others as second class citizens, when infact, they are the ones for thinking it that way.
Who is the mentally-challenged here?
Good write with a good message.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)