Tuesday, May 21, 2019
LONE WOLF
Kinda funny to think of
how I once submitted myself
for your approval
(you meaning the lot of you)
in the ritual we call
The Dance
to be graded
rated
negated
castrated
or perhaps
sated
but in the end
it's all the same
but now you see
you've nothing I need
so there's no need
to bother
and had I known
how easy it would be to say
FUK TO ALL
(to be brutally honest)
I'd have done it long ago
and saved these tire tracks
across my back
Never could figure out
the secret
to makin' someone else
happy
till one day it finally hit me...
Goddamn, Sam!
That ain't your job!
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Oh, I hear you. The "game" was one I refused to play, and honesty doesnt fare well in that venue. I gave it up, became a solitary critter, got myself a big black wolf and entered decades of peace. I totally love your poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much. I had a feeling you might identify with this one, Sherry!
DeleteLOL. Yup. Got the t-shirt! My NEW t-shirt says "Women cannot live by wine alone. They also need dogs." Ha ha.
ReplyDeleteBoth good choices--lol
DeleteIt ain't our job to make and keep everyone happy. That is an impossible task. I like this assertion of your individuality and the ability of not giving a fuck.
ReplyDeleteYou have nailed it, my friend. That's exactly what it is--lol
DeleteBrutal reality!
ReplyDeleteI know there will be many who will wish they could also break their unhealthy addiction to PEOPLE...perhaps the right time will come for that. For most, though, probably not.
DeleteWe weren't born to make others happy! Love the fiery attitude in this poem.❤️
ReplyDeleteSo glad you like it, Sanaa!
DeleteThere is a delicious amount of freedom that comes from discovering that we can try to make others happy, but... it's not our responsibility (especially when they insist in being miserable).
ReplyDeleteIf you know how to entertain yourself, that takes a load off me, cuz I've quit the entertainment business--lol
Deleteo ya? lol ...c.
DeleteA good get told with rhythmic fun.
ReplyDeleteThank ye kindly, Colleen.
Deleteand saved these tire tracks
ReplyDeleteacross my back
this truly hits home after ending a 20 year marriage of no happy ever after....time to get new tires and move on...bkm
I hear you. I hear you. Been there done that. A new set of tires...a fresh coat of paint...and you're ready to roll again. Good as new. Only better this time because you know all the streets and the back alleys and you won't get lost like that again.
DeleteCould not love this more, could not agree more, could not have arrived at age 77 without knowing this in my gut!!!!!
ReplyDeleteHelen, I really didn't know if anybody else would resonate with this poem. But now I see that they are, and it gives me some satisfaction to know that I have put a voice to what you and some others may be feeling.
ReplyDeleteWonderful message! I certainly agree that we need to learn not to care what others think. And you state this so well.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Teresa. It's about need and neediness. What do we really need? Who do we really need? The answer begins with ourselves.
DeleteSeems to me that it it all boils down to trust, friend Tim ... Sense of adventure (running away) ... fine ... Love (having sex) ... fine ... Make believe (pretending)... fine ... Trust (unconditionally) ... never heard of it cuz cookies and potatoe chips are made to crumble one way or the other. Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteThat's poetic. Hey, you should be a poet!!! Love, T.
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