I'm Use To Confused
Bamboozles often and frequently slam my zoozle with
gobsmack confusion attacks, so much so that I thought this
unsated mental state was everyone’s slate of facts. If we
were to muse on bamboozles, as such, I would happily offer
some of my much:
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When I am the only female riding in a car,
all passengers hand me their trash – what the bizarre?
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At home, I see everything everywhere
until I need it – then it’s hiding nowhere.
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No matter how much I read in hair product aisles,
understanding what all does remains a trial.
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When workday and maternal night duties come to an end,
a pet will do something to deny or delay my craved sofa blend.
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My family truly confuses my female parts for a locator. They
ever seek me to seek their needs; not one could even find
a whole pig in the refrigerator.
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I once woke and then made my face up, now
I try to erase it with all sorts of funky stuff.
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When I’m focused on a TV show, everyone speaks,
comes a commercial and there’s not a single peep.
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Seems it's always a Friday when I wake sick and puny,
a day my doctor usually doesn't have time to see me.
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My sock graveyard has a higher sock score
than any family member’s sock drawer.
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No one can tell navy blue clothes and hose from black,
why can’t we simply eliminate navy to solve that?
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When my house is totally clean, no one visits my domestic scene.
When my home if filth awry, the whole world wants to come on by.
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If I fly, jump and cartwheel to answer my ringing phone
it will be one of many salespeople who won't leave me alone.
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Please, never direct me to go east, west, north or south!
I don’t wish to brake, exit the car and sun scout.
For me, left or right is best for arrival to work out.
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One morning I prayed for my child while driving to work –
I got a ticket for running a red light. A prayer perk?
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Have I shared too little or spilled so much that my poem is reader abuse? I have no answer for this issue, so I leave you to muse all my confused.
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2018
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