Notes About The Poem
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Ungrateful Ones
You run...
from pillar to post,
stick your neck out,
bend over backwards
just to satisfy them.
They're "your friends,"
or so you think.
They ask for the moon,
you give it two-fold.
The thanks you get?
Well, they watch you...
brush your pearly-white teeth,
rinse it out with Listerine
so your breath smells...
minty-fresh.
But surprise, surprise!
It stinks to them in your time
of need. Forget the lips;
you don't even get
a kiss on the cheek
for your troubles.
They show you...
zilch appreciation
Not a thank you
for all services rendered.
Come time for them..
to return the favors
They grimace and ask...
"Who are you?"
Sweet.
Submitted for...
It Is What It Is..........Or Is It? Poetry Contest (Winner: 8th Place)
Sponsored by John lawless
Date written: 12/04/2020
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