WIN AND WIN NO WAY
MORE LIKE LOSE AND LOSE EACH DAY
TRUMP BOILING AWAY
ISSUE EXCHANGE RATE
WITH CANADA TRUMP DOES HATE
SIMPLY MORE RAGE BAIT
It pains my soul I no longer
Possess your heart anymore
An emptiness now fills me
I lost the woman who I adore
Your life keeps moving on
Mine has been derailed
It's my fault I'm the reason
That our marriage failed
The idea of you not being here
Is slowly killing me inside
How am I supposed live
Without the love you provide
You are all I desire in my life
You are all I'll ever need
Let me love you better
Come home I plead
as the last leaf falls
my tree bare boned and lonely
without my presence
Have to win this race
I'm losing face at a pace
Running out of breath
I've got a peace plan
I'll come first and you second
It sounds good to me
Do you not agree
Should not have started this war
Back to where we were
You are
the memory
I keep reaching for,
but it slips
through my fingers
like water.
After you left,
I tried to stitch
my heart back together,
but the seams
kept unraveling.
Sometimes,
I wonder:
were you really there,
or just a question
I forgot to answer?
But you are the past,
and I am learning
to look forward
to a future
without you.
Shake the hand,
of your failures,
they might be,
somehow
telling you
something
hug and kiss,
your triumphs,
the ones with,
oomph they,
told you
do something
entering the world in a room full of hysterical people
My dog loses a pound of hair with each step
Buddy is a lovely pet, without a lot of pep
I follow him down the hallway which I just swept
Eighteen clumps of hair circulating make me feel inept
Should I shave the big hairy guy? Would that be bad?
I wade through a swamp of dog fur, it makes me sad
Do we have to eat dog hair in every meal? Asks my husband dear
I pull a clump of loose dog hair off Buddy’s right rear
Spain won the world cup yesterday, one to nil - but it was never close. Spain spent 70% of the game in Argentina’s backfield - pressuring.
Spain had nine respectable shots at a goal - scored one with another called back. Argentina had one shot that almost went in. I know losing when I see it - Argentina winning would have been a fluke.
Speaking of losing - Madonna at halftime.
A critic wrote that, "Madonna has come to represent America’s fear of aging."
Yeah, aging has never looked less appealing.
I may take up smoking.
I know, she recently had a single hit #1 on the Billboard charts.
Back when the Beatles were cranking out 24 #ones in a row, you had to sell a million records a week to crack the top ten, and 1.3 to 1.5 million a week to stand a chance at a #1. Today (with streaming) you can get a #1 with a 7th of that number.
I love early Madonna - but I know creepy when I see it.
Who’s older, Madonna or Trump?
Whatever, both are too old for their jobs.
.
.
A song for this:
Vogue by Madonna
Cruel and Pretty by Over the Rhine
MONEY WAS NO GOOD
PIERRE A WIN THOUGHT HE WOULD
LOSER NEIGHBOURHOOD
friendships fade with time
days become months then years
time slips by unnoticed
I have so many questions,
But I know you don’t have the answers,
It’s hard on me,
But I know it’s harder on you.
It’ll always be that way for us,
Even after you’re gone,
It’ll still be hard on me,
I’m so scared of losing you.
Losing you means losing part of me,
A part of me will always die with you,
I’d rather you recover from 1,000 surgeries,
Than have to go to your funeral.
Fear is eating away at me,
I don’t want to be alone,
I wish there was something I could do,
To help you hurt less.
I’ll hold on to you forever,
You are part of me,
Maybe I was always meant to lose you,
Maybe it will make me stronger.
lost thoughts to blankness
my thoughts of love- you and me
drift into the wind
Its winning
The darkness is winning
My defenses are down
My rear flank destroyed
The guards are dead
I am losing
There is no strategy left
My generals have been defeated
My lieutenants have been captured
My captains are dead
Its winning
The shadows have invaded
there is nowhere to run
nowhere to hide
I am losing this war
I am going to surrender
there is nothing left for me to do
I've lost this war
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