HOOD WINKED

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JOURNAL #34

poached

by the poison

of

a lie

perhaps a mere

miscalculation

yet the misguidance

still stings a bit

a real zinger to the heart

and its happened before

that only makes the feeling

worse

I sense a habit

of similar events

prior

to coming on

though

to be fair

perhaps its unintentional

but for unintentional

it sure occurs quite the frequent

now

to make amends

such rude habit must be

ceased and desisted

the red tape of

such common place rudeness

must be extinguished

for even

at the least

a friend

should

could

and or would

be treated better than this

to quote Truman

The Buck Stops Here!

meaning

to gain a better foothold on

his respect I must set my foot down

and if its upon his throat

well that's just too bad

then so be it

I suppose

for I shall be 'Hood Winked'

by casual statements of intent

never more................................

(Dec. 9, 2008 627am)










Author's Notes/Comments: 

anger built up from a friend standing me up.

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