"When you can trust someone more than you trust yourself."

D. Clare

...the coming new-year!

"There are no such things as inanimate objects, only inanimate people."

D. Clare

By: David W. Clare

The aging secretary bugged me all morning, she even tossed salt in my womb: eh wound, er I mean coffee...
That old tuff broad must be nuts!

Hector, was juggling the books behind Tracie's back again. He's blind enough to fall for them goofy lies...

Another day at the office with a hang-over the size of a rusted-out Buick yanked out of an old junkyard swamp. Boy, was I zonked...

My broken-down dented up car ran out of gas on the freeway. The tow truck almost broke apart from being too old...

I swear, that creep-faced driver looked familiar. Yeah, that's it! I saw his mug-shot in the old town-square post office last year. He probably lied, told me he goes bowling on Saturday nights.

What a hidden agenda...

My job was answering calls until Shelly gets back in town...

Her kid-sister went berserk and wound up in a not-so straight-jacket.

She is a kept-woman, forced to serve and sleep with a callus man she cares nothing about...

The county hospital phoned; she took an overdose, went into a coma...

That's life in the big city!
It's a pity that old hidden agenda...


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By: David W. Clare

When there's no one else around,
at least you know you have a place to sit...
After they've kicked you in the face and left town...
You are lucky to have that old wooden chair!

He's always there!

Women come, women go, the show must go on... no matter rich, poor, weak or strong, we all need us that; old wooden chair!

I often wonder who made my wooden chair, that faithfully awaits for me to lend a hand, like a true blue friend who understands...

In a world filled with lies, greed and contempt; a decent chair is your best friend!

Even Elvis once said, "If you can't find a partner, use a wooden chair."


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She slapped my face with her blood-stained hands!
Quickly we embraced; for one second...

The phone rang...

I was told her moniker was midnight Mary!

I was warned she had slept with Tom, **** AND Harry...

Next thing I knew, all my cash was burning!
The big setup was no real surprise to me; I knew I had walked into a trap...
I never did so good in school; had a hard time at learning!

Women are funny people...

I found the bartenders phone number in her purse while I waited for her to use the ladies room...

It was like she wanted me know she was a: some sort of Jezebel!

After I paid the bill, I didn't feel so well...
The only way out of this, was to leave town...

I had to get away from her promiscuous attempt to bribe me!

The owner Smitty, tapped me on the shoulder...
Told me; I would get bad-luck if I tried to hold her!

The big setup was no real surprise to me; I knew I walked into a trap...
I never did so swell in school, had a hard time at learning...
Next thing I knew, my cocky-reputation was burning!


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By: David W. Clare

He hates guys who look her way!
Slaps her face if she talks to men...
Controlling misfit, gave her a black-eye,
Now she lies and pretends!
Violent rat-face knows how to offend...

His ex-wife left him, she's back in Colorado
Now, he's even jealous of his own ****** shadow!

What fell out first, his brains or his hair?
Creepy-geek; ***** on corncobs at the county fair!
Bald headed loser now grows a beard!
All the girls hate him, they think he's real weird!

His ex-wife left him, gone back to Colorado
Now, he's even jealous of his dumb looking shadow!


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By: David W. Clare


Inside the heart of a lovely wife...

She's changed her ways to share her life!

Over time she grows lonely in the night...

She thinks about growing old and the day she must retire!

Soon, she yearns for lustful desire...

It's an age-old genetic plan!

She has no time for boy scouts or nerds, she's often heard telling lies...


When she finally meets this renegade, all hell breaks out in fire!

Clandestine infatuation, rules her incestuous emotions...

She puts on her finest of body lotions...

She looks at herself in her private mirror; to be sure she's ready to be desired...

She feels her husband cannot adhere and is unaware of caring of her need,

She wants to breed!  She has needs!

So now it's time to rendezvous, meet for tea one fine afternoon!

After they meet at that quiet café, her taboo dessert is of… forbidden fruit!



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