I didn't really laugh
I could have, though.
At who?
At myself?
At her?
At the irony of it all?
She always left an imprint on me.
Always gave me a new way of thinking
And left afterward.
I didn't even think about it
Until I looked for a song
I saw her play
On a game
Ironic, I guess
She gave me this good song, not even on purpose
Then told me I was a terrible person in the meanest way
She didn't realize the gift she'd given me
Was it much of a gift anyway?
Maybe not
I do appreciate it
It isn't even really all that funny.
But I laugh at unhumorous things often
So it's okay
I'll be okay
Don't worry
(Am I telling you that or myself?)
I don't need to bother with her anymore
But I'll keep the song.
The Fourth Eatate~ A Warning
Smear Campaigners of this world.
What glory they derive in destroying anyone.
Democrats or Republican! Blacks or
Whites!
It's fatally unhumorous and lying is
a sin!
But if you don't follow the Fourth
Estate's commandments,
They are fearless and having no
integrity_hurt our eyes, ears and
souls with outrageous impunity.
Worse, this is an international
devastation,
Where lies pour like torrential rains,
On too many unconscious nations.
So, it you believe all you read in print,
Never forget the billions of dollars
and agenda behind it
The rampant negativity, the fraud.
Never allow the Fourth Estate
To be your beloved master in thought
Nor in fate!
Practice due diligence, if you have a
soul and before it's way too late.
Panagiota Romios
4/22/2019
5:25am PasT
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