Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
oh my f...
even god says, “hey!”,
we’re stuck with chicken livers
when you promised pâté.
you glee out your convenience
like glissing in the glurinal of clout
for...jeez...shut the front door,
get outta here and stay the hell out!
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, June 27, 2026.
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Well put. Your poem reflects a deep sense of frustration and disappointment with unmet expectations and superficiality in relationships or interactions. It juxtaposes the idea of high aspirations (symbolized by "paté") with the mundane or disappointing reality (represented by "chicken livers"). Your poem conveys a feeling of being trapped in a situation that feels insincere or unfulfilling. Well, your feelings are all over in this situation.🌹❤️I love chicken live and chicken pate married to a Jewish man; it's one of their main course in the holidays
😂 Thank you so much, my dear friend! I'm so glad it resonated. And now youve made me laugh! 🤣 Truth be told, I don't have anything against chicken livers themselves (other than being vegetarian and preferring to keep them in the chicken 🐓🤣)...it's the promise of pâté followed by, "Oops...here's the raw ingredient instead!" that inspired the poem. Kind of like promising rice pudding, but only delivering the uncooked rice! LOL! 😊 Thank you, as always, for your thoughtful reflections, my friend! 🥄🤣🍷🙏
Sounds like someone is mounting and over promising; I always was of the notion that pâté was from duck liver. And that kind of racket is a scam and a con job, any which angle looked at 🕊️🙏🏻👍🏻
😂 Thank you so much, arqios! I think you've nailed the heart of it...it's the overpromising that deserves the eye roll. 🤣 Whether someone expected duck or chicken, don't promise pâté and then act surprised when people notice the swap. As for pâté's ingredients, duck liver is one of the options, but it can also be pork, beef, or chicken...I'm sure some rare culture has even used human. 😂 Okay...that was unnecessary! 🤣 Always appreciate you, my friend! 🥄🤣🍷🙏
No doubt! And in such case would be served of a freshly shaved pate. 🤣
Fun write with a clear message
😂 Thank you so much, Norman! I'm so glad you had some fun with it and that the message came through clearly. That was exactly what I was hoping for. Always appreciate you stopping by, my friend! 🥄🤣🍷🙏
always welcome
Well Tristan I do not like chicken livers or pate but in this sense it is the expectation of something better for something undesirable. It sees like being promised steak and getting tube steak (hot dogs) You never know what is inside. Had a neighbor that owned a hot dog industry and none of his family would eat them a sign. A lovely message set in this poem of metaphor Tristan.
😂 Thank you so much, Soren! Yes! You got exactly what I was aiming for. Your steak versus tube steak comparison made me laugh because it's the same kind of bait-and-switch the poem is playing with. And that hot dog story...I'll admit, it doesn't exactly inspire confidence! And as a vegetarian, I'm right there with you on the livers and pâté. 🤣 Always appreciate you, my friend! 🥄🤣🍷🙏
You are most welcome my friend
Yuck !
Not only but also a bonus lesson on extreme assertiveness, Tristan...
😂 Thank you so much, Dave! Haha...I figured the chicken livers might get that reaction! 🤣 They sure do from me! 🤮 And yes...sometimes a little extreme assertiveness is exactly what's called for. Always appreciate you, my friend! 🥄🤣🍷🙏
Good write T. In some tomfoolery, no, tomgluggery (Popeye and Ol'Tom both got in there!) they say 'What? No spinach pate?!' lol.
😂 Thank you so much, Orchi! 🤣 You know...I can actually hear Popeye grumbling, "What? No spinach pâté?!" while Ol'Tom nods in solemn, knittifiable agreement. The mental image alone was worth the price of admission. Always appreciate our ongoing nonsense, my friend! 🥄🤣🍷🙏
Ohh, it's Popeye & co that drive us to nonsense, daftness, nuttiness,...... and who can bear the sounds of those glugs for very long?! lol.
A barroom snarl wrapped in rhyme—messy, loud, and grinning while it throws the punch.
There’s grit in the absurdity, like you’re flipping the table just to prove it was never worth setting.
😂 Thank you so much, Thomas! 🤣 "A barroom snarl wrapped in rhyme" is one heck of a description. And yes...there's definitely a bit of table-flipping energy in this one, especially when the whole setup turns out to be nonsense from the start. Always appreciate you, my friend! 🥄🤣🍷🙏
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