Carole Duet Poet Rhyme

Misery For Fun

Selling misery
  in one form or another,
  any way you can,
  sell it to your brother.

Call it happiness.
Call it joy.
It's all the same package.
It's a dangerous toy.

Kicks and tricks just for the rush,
  trading one for the other on the hush hush.
In a tug-of-war between need and greed,
  what you do makes my heart bleed.

Suddenly you're alone
  with snakes in your brain.
Misery for fun,
  you're not the same.

Where is the sun?
Life is black.
Misery for fun,
  will you ever come back?


By:  Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2002
"All Rights Reserved"

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Joseph P. DiMino September 11, 2016 at 6:42 PM No one really escapes their deeds in life. They may escape somewhat while here...but there is no escape between bodies. Grateful there is a merciful God. One should learn from glory to glory. If not lessons do not get easier. Great read! Thank you. Carole Duet September 11, 2016 at 8:17 PM Thank you, Joe, for your very insightful comment. You are right.

CayCay Godwin September 9, 2016 at 10:04 PM I clicked off and noticed this is about 'addiction.' The people it took me to were addicts. I got it right! Carole Duet September 11, 2016 at 8:35 PM Yes you did, CayCay! I wondered if people would "get it".

CayCay Godwin September 9, 2016 at 10:02 PM Simply love it. I think the reader can aim this poems intent at someone they know who is deceitful, unauthentic, etc. It took me to a few people. At least that's my take, where I went so whether I'm right, wrong matters not - a poem works if it takes the reader anywhere! Agreed?Would love to know if I got your meaning correct?? Most good ... CayCay Carole Duet September 11, 2016 at 8:39 PM Thank you so much for your comments. You seem to be very thoughtful.

Daniel Turner September 9, 2016 at 3:31 PM It all sounds rather sad, Carole. Misery is no fun at all. Very sad write! A buzz killer! Lol Carole Duet September 9, 2016 at 6:38 PM Neither is drug addiction. Thanks for reading my poems and your comment on this one, Daniel. I wrote this after I witnessed what drug addiction did to one of my friends. It was very sad. She wound up in a mental hospital.