The Power of Me
By Lori Steindorf Copyright July 22, 2021
One promises this
Another promises that
One plies me with his culinary flair
Tells me I'm fat and hates my hair.
Tired of trying to earn my M-R-S degree
When all this time I should have been
focusing on me
If it's gonna be, it's up to me
One wants to buy me drinks, dinner and take me fishing
Seems he left his wallet in the truck outside to never return
Something he should've mentioned
I was already prepared to do dishes after he lured me in.
You see why it's crucial I rely on me. Too many lonely nights and unfulfilled wishes mar one's spirit. Glad the world's big enough so I never have to meet them anew. What's a frustrated lass to do?
It's not to say there aren't honorable, decent, evolved men out there. I'm tired of struggling to find him. To be candid, I'm through.
Self-discovery is my life's work after a burnt-out strand of self-absorbed men. Where's that condo you say you have? Go live there already! No, you can't roost on my couch. Here's a little beer money. Climb behind the wheel of your clunker and be gone.
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