One and the Same Difference
One and the Same Difference
To you it’s all about being strategic.
To me, it’s all about how I’m going to get through this
without resorting to being facetious.
Because then it’s all just really tragic.
Even though it looks like a joke,
the misery comes through like magic.
But you never knew that
about me.
Instead you knew what you wanted to
and that’s the whole reason you couldn’t see.
It’s like bloodlust
except to you it wasn’t even fun.
Lust implies fun,
although blood does not, so stick a fork in me, I’m done.
Where’s the rest
of your car, dude?
Better yet, where’s your car?
Because without it you just look crude.
Yet,
you look just like me.
Except you feel comfortable in these streets,
plus you never paid the fee.
I’m too late
for dinner.
You’re too good to be a sinner
and I’m too cynical to be a winner.
Let’s get
a drink.
Better yet let’s get lunch
and you can tell me what you think.
No,
let’s call it a day.
Even though it’s night
and the mice haven’t come out to play.
I’m
on my way.
To say goodbye to that time
when we had nothing to say.
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This is a very unique and interesting poem, Nate. I enjoyed reading it. Well done. I lost my Gravatar when I tried to change to a new one – so I am faceless for now. LOL
Thanks, Phyllis. This kind of came to me spontaneously this morning, felt good to write some poetry again. Hope you get your Gravatar back!
I enjoyed this verse, Nate. It is great to see a new poem from you. Here’s to many more.
Nice piece of work – it’s quick and builds to a nice finish