If I tried to push my life story away
I'd say it belonged in a ditch.
For my character in every story
is that of the Heinous Bitch.
Changing the rhyme
at the sign of the times
attributes to that of a witch.
Singing for souls
rested head upon coals
the program beginning to glitch.
Seeing dark shadows
a crying child below
secrets of many the rich.
Take your time
drink the wine
binding losing it's stitch.
New tales get told
half truths get sold
simple minds are simple to switch.
Lose your cool
play the fool
end up right back in the ditch.
~Ruby L.S.~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 21st, 2023 01:48
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Ok. It’s a statement and an assuming way to tap into a humble persona and still parenting class a work in the face of self deprecating stance, a necessary conjoining ?a happenstance of coexistence ?, a ploy? a knowing author confident that readers tend away from the dichotomy and instead weave together the richness of the coexistence ??
Some points to peruse … !!!??
So many layers...might need a shovel 🙃
The variables and reasonings behind the rhyme are numerous
You just gave me a plan for a lady friend w many questions. I might simply say, “ the answers my beautiful lady are numerous and w many layers “
Thinking, at least w her, it’s not gonna work.
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Could be prophetic.
It might just be.
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