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These Days Or Nights
by Philip F De Pinto
I don't know
If I am coming or going
Going or coming
That being said
It doesn't matter if I do
Or don't - given there is nowhere
To go
Or having gone
Nowhere to return to
Given you can't trust
Anyone these days or nights
To hold your spot or place
In line for your heart
And so you gave it away
To that Mayan who stood behind me
Who promised to hold my place in the line for your heart
And didn't
While I thought to take a smoke break
Away from the line - and you know what they say
About second hand smoke - Olive?
And so because I was considerate
Of where I was blowing my smoke
I lose out on your heart?
And so you find yourself wed
To a guy with bird plumage in his hair who can't be trusted
To hold a potential suitors spot on line
Who cannot be trusted to hold
Your place on the bread line
While you took your smoke break
Concerned as you were about second hand smoke
That bum you married who was too lazy
To look for work
But thought only to live
On your love while it lasted
And you know what they say
About second hand love Olive?
Pity - I could have given you
First hand stuff and made of you a first pressing
And still could
If only you dumped that plumed character
Who can't be trusted to hold
Anyone's
Place in line
For your heart or your bread
01/18/2013 Posted on 01/18/2013
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