It's always the bat-shit, rabid dog-crazy
ones that will put up a really
good front when you first meet them.
You're always amazed at how normal they appear.
They are intelligent, hold down jobs, drive Volvo's;
maybe they even have children that they
seem to take care of. They pay bills,
celebrate holidays, and have houseplants.
They might even have a
dog a cat, or a sickly-looking bird in a cage.
But, just underneath the false facade of
lucid smiles, lurks a whack-job from hell.
They make Sybil and Lizzie Borden look
like Mother Theresa.
If you find yourself with one of these
women, don't confront them, it only
makes matters worse and could prove deadly.
Just smile and nod, and slowly back out
the door. Don't stop until you see the
Pacific Ocean. Get in and wash yourself off.
You're safer with the sharks and the riptide.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
Heavens above thanks for the tip.
Lol. Thanks for stopping by mate.
True words in some cases Thomas but I have rarely come across them.
Andy
Good deal. Thanks for the read.
whack-job from hell
I am so loving this description 😂
Thanks, Alan.
Another great poem. Love the tone of your work, Thomas. And the last line just nailed it.
Thank you, I appreciate it.
I think I'll give this one a big miss....
LoL fabulous, as a woman myself I'm chuckling away, my sister Mary is in this poem somewhere.
Lol. Thank you, Tedy for reading and commenting.
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