the accused chose a circuitous explanation
it seemed to wander over under, around and through
then he added other explanations to explain the first one
we tried to follow his rationale but it was like running a maze
He never answered any of the questions directly
appeared evasive, and unsure about his whereabouts and such
the jury seemed tired of his duplicitous tactics and his wily ways
he was convicted of the crime
some did not know if he was guilty
but he was so unlikeable
they liked the idea of putting him behind bars
where's the beef?
Wendy's most famous advertisement that went viral
this ad disrespectfully put down other chain's hamburgers
Indicating their meat patties were small
soon a catch phrase for the 1984 Presidential election
makig fun of Gary Hart and Walter Mondale
Nashville songwriter DJ Coyote McCloud made it into a song
this catch phrase was "on fire" in the US for a long time
my children used it to poke fun of everything unlikeable to them.
this commercial was hilarious featuring an older lady Clara Peller
she had the perfect face and expression to pull it off
They are all horrible, and they hate me as usual.
I am unlikeable, wherever I go, I stand alone.
You have to look for goodness she told him.
As soon as you see your own, you can see others.
But he had been feeding his mind the worst foods.
rage, jealousy, disappointment, despair, suspicion.
You must begin today to feed your wolf delight.
Look for your joy and build enthusiasm and love.
Toxic people make me laugh
10 years on they're just as daft
thought maybe they’d change their act
but they're stuck on this simple path
they never learn from their mistakes
accelerating when they should brake
completely false completely fake
single dumb but think they're great
doing what they’ve always done
just as stupid just as dumb
manipulating everyone
no sense of humour no sense of fun
the unlovable unlikeable simpleton
an above the law spiteful singleton
must be a punishment put on them
cheers you up though, you aint one
I throw down poems onto a page, and look at them fondly.
Some glare at me, others take a swift bite out of my neck.
Trying for attention.
I know it is not personal, so I let it slide.
Enthusiastic poetry always starts out with the words
“dancing and prancing” which is tedious now, but Trixie is stuck there.
Do I retire her? Fire her? Inspire her? Aspire to guide her gently?
It is a quandary.
Rhymes I love, but they take a bit more work, for I
am compulsive enough to want each line to have exactly
the same amount of syllables. Often an impossible feat.
And yet, here I am, throwing tally marks all over my paper.
Someone asked me how I come up with ideas.
They land in my lap, on my shoulders, they hit me in the petootsie.
When I least expect it some of my most unlikeable co-workers
will run in to confide something, and voila. An idea is born.
I have an affinity toward making fun of co-workers
silently, stealthily, behind their backs.
Or in front of their faces.
It matters not a whit.
They never see
themselves.
I couldn't do the math homework.
I'll never be any good at math.
In fact, I'll flunk all my subjects at school
I'll never be any good at anything
I'm a total failure.
Nobody likes me in my science class.
I'll never make any friends in the class.
In fact, nobody in the entire school likes me.
I'll never ever have a friend again.
I'm totally unlikeable.
I missed every shot I took in basketball today.
I always miss all of my shots.
In fact, I'll never make another shot as long as I live.
I have no athletic ability whatsoever.
I stink at sports.
I blew another job interview today.
I blow every interview I get.
Nobody will ever want to hire me.
I'll never get a job again.
I'm totally worthless.
Love was an unlikeable to the old, yet it was love of joy to no livings.
It was just a thought when it faded away,
It was of happiness when it quickly happened.
When I thought it's going to make it,
It snapped out of the world, to the new place.
That's love - it's a matter of joy nor sadness
Yet it's a whole mixture of both.
I to love thee, thee love to no living.
It derailed and drove a smile on a beautiful soul,
It took the best out of it,
It made the changes that have come through the use of it
It created the tears of a sudden death.
That's love.
It's of no living
Loneliness triggers voices in my head,
voices that makes one feel unlikeable, unloved.
It’s our nature to be social,
to be buzzing about like busy bees.
we feed off of others energy
so why,
why in this enormous world of 7 billion people
does a girl like me feel so empty?
-All I have said and done in the past
is done and over with-
kissing my sins a farewell kiss,
oh my love, I kiss you upon your loving hand,
I pull you in, but you never fully resist,
and I make love, but you are now a past sin,
and sin that was hard to kiss farewell to.
I sit in my chambers, alone, and I cry for you,
to come home to me,
and love like we used to do,
on cold nights like this one-
Come back my dear, but a farewell kiss
means forever- and to live without you-
is to walk a passing hour without oxygen,
love me, my dear.
Forgive those words and unlikeable touches,
all I have said please kiss farewell too,
and we shall start anew,
in love, in a strange land,
with apple trees on every corner street,
and kisses shared on every park bench-
and the sun always shines,
and stars and moon are out, bright and full-
Love me, my dear (I am sorry)
.2.27.2014.
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