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Everyone Is Unreal Now

It is not all about us
It is all about me.
My feelings, my hopes, my dreams.
Get out of my thoughts; you take too much time

You are begging for attention
Annoying me
So I run toward the hills 
To be alone, with my best friend, me.

Your ads come on TV 
Begging for this and that.
Begging to live. Always begging.
You are an irritant. I flip off the TV

If I cannot see you, you become unreal
Everyone is unreal now as I hoard and sit
By myself with a boat-load of toilet paper
Not caring in the least about you or your needs

I am not totally happy with myself
But at least we agree among ourselves
Most of the time and this is more than enough
Keep your poverty and your illnesses to yourself

I will not open the door
I will not open my heart.
It is all about me.
Saving and preserving myself. Get it?

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M. L. Kiser

Date: 3/16/2020 10:10:00 PM

Bingo! That sum's up today's mentality pretty well. Sad but true. Panic only makes things worse.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/17/2020 1:29:00 PM

Fear, Panic and Greed are now running things.

Ilene Bauer

Date: 3/15/2020 4:47:00 PM

it's so sad that there are many people out there as you've described, caren. your poem is awesome...

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/16/2020 11:04:00 AM

Thank you Ilene. I have met them and often.

Panagiota Romios

Date: 3/15/2020 4:12:00 PM

Well~ there is nothing wrong with grandpas and grandmas older than you with compromised immune systems staying home, is there? Younger folks can muck about all they want. I don't get closing schools. Kids are not 75 years old, right? People are very self centered..afraid to share...most are. Faux people..Eeks.I prefer true souls. Just my nothing opinion. Panagiota xx

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/16/2020 11:04:00 AM

I am glad my school is closed for I am the second oldest in the building and I am in two buildings which means I am in contact with 600 children and 200 staff members a week.

Quoth Theraven

Date: 3/15/2020 11:36:00 AM

Caren, So well said, so frankly put. Nothing unreal about this fine DM poem but the title. Well said. PS, I'll share my toilet paper with you. -Richard

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/16/2020 11:06:00 AM

Thank you Richard. I will send my address. Ha!