i don't mean to be difficult but

i like my ham sammich on rye with hot
german mustard and swiss , toasted
and if i can't get that then it's not
a big deal, i  can handle a new taste.

things are not going well across the state.
i might have known the woman would sabotage
new beginnings by jumping into the ghetto, no camouflage
to go for an  opposite  paradigms. deflate

the ego to bypass decision
not understanding the cost  of derision
is middle class tax rate high
and she has no money to fly

away from a mess she courted
her only escape route aborted
by spending all the cash she could get
savings gone in a rolling dice bet.

so what will the future be for her
it's cloudy and stormy seas for sure
unless she puts on the shackles she craved
when she headed out of mommy's safe cave.




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fuck, i would have told her more
if she would have listened but
the broken window stopped me, sore
from all the fights and blame, put

up with it as long as i could,
a chance appeared, the signs looked good
 her time was done, she felt expelled
she will blame me for her hell.


already does, oh well.
the blame game's quite the spell.