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Soso Somebody Poem
Three men sit in a room.
One is incredibly smart.
Another has common sense.
The third has only a pen, a mirror, and the irksome desire to be profound.
He, I am sure, is the poet.
Copyright © SoSo Somebody | Year Posted 2024
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Soso Somebody Poem
We once did walk amongst the leaves;
Outside of Eden, Adam grieves.
I am thrice Holy, keep away;
Unclean sinners I yearn to save.
To keep My law cannot be done;
Because of love, I send My Son.
You are guilty, you must die;
I crush Myself to draw you nigh.
You grieve and sigh, for you are wrong;
Flee to My bosom, where you belong.
I have the victory and battle won;
My soldier, fight with armor on.
In trials you will be maligned;
Be glad; you are like gold refined.
You cannot boast of wealth or fame;
You boast the glories of My name.
My dearest, in this life you mourn;
You will be to My presence borne.
My son, the truth will set you free;
Take up your cross and follow Me.
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Soso Somebody Poem
She said she could never imagine me being married.
This stung.
We laughed.
I am the comic--
not the romantic.
Pain is pettier
felt without witness;
better yet, with punchlines.
Those who weep and wail are...
Genuine?
Authentic?
Deserving of more
labors of love?
We mustn't blame ourselves
for this.
We are pathetic souls,
and I am
fine with it.
After all, my spouse is already my sense of humor.
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Soso Somebody Poem
Take the dead;
use their parts
to make a wretch,
this morbid art—
Frankenstein, Frankenstein!
You are to blame
for the deadness
in your heart.
Great scientists
applaud you,
what— because you
play a god!
Frankenstein, Frankenstein!
Broad paths
are better
left untrod.
Look in the mirror;
See the true beast!
You are the nightmare
stealing your sleep!
Oh, Frankenstein;
The self is the
monster that haunts
you—haunts me.
Copyright © SoSo Somebody | Year Posted 2024
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