My wallet is empty of cash
When it appears which is rarely
I usually give it away
Doesn’t really matter, not really
It’s gone as soon as I get it anyway
It never lasts but that's okay
Besides, I have plenty of credit
VISA, MasterCard, Discovery
And the more I “spend”
With that lending hand
The more trust I build
Upping my score. Score!
Up the stakes, wait, change the rules?
Now, it’s me who can’t trust, who?
Sky rocketing interest rates
A debt that’s out of control
Taxing me everywhere I go
The scam’s all decorated
Beautifully choreographed
Beautifully camouflaged
All alluring, so endearing
As I assume my plastic smile
At my recently installed
Big beautiful screen on the wall.
Heavy sigh and moan
There's too much spam on my phone
So leave me alone
I’m visiting a brand new clairvoyant
if she’s good I’ll be her best client
She’s been recommended to me
though she charges a very high fee
I arrived promptly at a quarter to four
and rapped loudly on her front door
She opened the door wearing a scowl
and spat out these words with a growl
“Who are you …
I wasn’t expecting anyone!”
I said you put your profession to shame
and Charlotte-Ann … is a VERY apt name!
06/23/21
Dedicated to all the people who either gaze into the phone or it is permanantly stuck to their ear
Life is the same game, remorse, regrets and shame
Sick of the pain, the rain and the late train
Listening to the politicians with their same spiel
Turn off the TV, the radio, for a while
Listen to something new with a swing
A saturated robin in the wet garden, boy he can sing
The wind whistling through the air
Try taking a selfie of that to share
On your mobile phony
The sun breaking through warm rays
Those were the days
When people spoke face to face, oral communication
Before texting and messaging over ran the nation
So you have 8,000 facebook mates
Know them well do you, their birthdays and the dates
I can tell you one thing our kid
You don't really know Pancho Suarez from Madrid
He is a million miles and more away
Although you spoke to him today
Hell that's ok
He is only a phone call or a text message away
If you use your mobile phoney.
Villanelle: The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy
The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy
Who’ll stoop to any level to scuttle the imagined rival
Smiles drawn tight on faces sullen with conspiracy
Yin’s motivating force lies in usurping Yang’s glory
Drives it to ape and rob the Yang for supposed survival
The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy
In scarce genuine values world the spurious spawn many
Few who strive for what endures bypass not the ephemeral
Smiles drawn tight on faces sullen with conspiracy
Cryptomaniacs control art subsumed into personality
Accidental uses of material rate neither as error nor trial
The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy
The Spurious clamour with the public for easy bounty
Even time-tested concepts and ideas hardly prove original
Smiles drawn tight on faces sullen with conspiracy
Envy turns the sprocket chains of fortune for the many
Who just skip and dance and hoot till the final upheaval
The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy
Smiles drawn tight on faces sullen with conspiracy
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
FRIENDS BY:LARRINITA
ONE MINUTE THIER YOUR FRIENDS
THE NEXT THIER YOUR ENEMY
ONE MINUTE THEY FIGHT WITH YOU
THEN THE NEXY SHOW SYMPATHY
ALLTHEASE PHONEY PEOPLE IS JUST FAKERS
THIER JUST LIKE CANDY,NOW AND LATERS
BUT IT 'S COOL THEY WILL BOW DOWN TO ME LATER
AND I LOVE THEM I LOVE MY HATERS
SO PICK YO FRIENDS CAREFUL,MAYBE EVEN COOL
THEY ALWYAS PHONEY BREAK EVERY RULE
DATE YOUR MAN,TALK BEHIND YO BACK
AND JUST SO PHONEY,
WITH FRIENDS LIKE THEASE I RATHER BE LONELY..
AND NOT TO SAY NO NAMES,BUT YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE,JUST DO WHAT
YOU DO,I HAVE NO SPACE LEFT FOR YOU IN MY HEART,IM JUST GONE DO
ME AND STILL SHOW YOU RESPECT.BECUASE LIFE IS TO SHORT
TO LIVE WITH REGRATS,SO ITS ALL OVER NOW IM TIRED OF BEING THE
BLAME,IM JUST NOW WALKING INTO THE WALK OF FAME,SO WHEN U SEE
ME DONT PUT NOT A SMILE ON YO FACE,U DONT HAVE TO BE PHONEY ANIT
NO USE OF BEING FAKE,CUZ JUST LIKE THAT PERSON DID ME ,THAT
PERSON CAN BE REPLACED.
Testing my patience, trying me in every way,
I can't believe this is you making me feel this way.
Though time will go on,
it seems to have stopped in its tracks,
to show my love again,
against me the odds are stacked.
to never love or trust again,
make me feel so lonely,
I guess I should have opened my eyes,
because I never took you to be a phoney.
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