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Patrick McCombs Nov 2011
Daddy left home when i was five
Didn't know how i was going to survive
All he left was a post-it note
Telling us how he jumped the boat
Right of the deep end
We had nothing to defend
So we left. We headed west
Mom and i tried to make the best
Scrimping and saving every cent
Working where ever we went
And we made it.
We survived every blow and every hit
We rode out the storm
And now we are safe and warm
In a house of our own
~  

                          Ranting and raving
                        Scrimping and saving
                  The words you hold in reserve
                        The breadth and width
                            Of words unsaid
                  Says more than you ever could
                           Waxing and waining
                           Your ever disdaining
                    The lines are writ on your face
                               I read between
                              to see to be seen
                The secrets you've kept in your heart
                     With the knowing and showing
              You can better understand who you are
                            The silence between
                              What you are now
                         And what you have been
                Is the silence that holds you from me.
                                              ~
Sophie Lucy Sep 2020
Scrimping and scraping,
saving every last dime,
Working away from nine 'til five,
"We'll get there eventually!" they'd always say,
Closer to that dream house day by day.
To save the pennies, they stopped going out,
no more luxurious food in their mouths.

They'd both come home and look at more places,
a pained and drained look on their overworked faces,
Then when the time came to go to bed,
She hadn't the energy to even give head,
Their *** life soon became none existent,
Hour by hour they became more distant,

Finally the money was all saved up,
They bought the dream house and matching cups,
The pair began to laugh like before,
This brand new life was never a bore.

She'd proudly iron his shirts for work,
and off he'd go with that familiar smirk,
He soon got promoted and travelled the world,
all part of the job but he'd left that poor girl.
They spoke on the webcam every night,
until one morning he missed his flight.

She dialled his number frantically,
But couldn't reach him, what could this be?

What could have happened to the love of her life?

It turned out he'd just found himself a new wife.

She only found out from someone he worked with,
This was a life she never thought she'd live.

So there she stayed in that lonely dream house,
Betrayed and forgotten in her tear stained blouse.
11:11pm
Information superhighway bumper to binary bumper.
Stark contrast versus deserted macadam thoroughfares.
Magnification rendered visualization coronavirus
alias covid 19 courtesy electron microscopy plus

sundry computer technology yours truly (popeye
Olive Garden variety generic layman) breathtakingly
held spellbound, née utterly transfixed vibrant
spectacular design regarding inexplicable dynamic
forces wrought creation (albeit - alluringly beautifully

charming, deceptively eminently fascinating, and
globularly highly intriguing biochemical cellular
denizens - indubitably jackknifing kindred livingsocial
man/womankind now outstripping Buffy the vampire

(weakened immunity system of the down) slayer
kickstarting pandemic induces **** sapiens to
experience extravagant fancy feast humble pie
(just desserts) necessitate quarantine to minimize
transmission, whereby (Gogol Ling) dead souls

agonizingly writhe within purgatory tests mine
Unitarian/nonestablishmentarian credo, never with
me wildest imagination intimating detrimental fatal
impact avast swath terra firmae, aye attest dominant

primate species, not necessarily lost cause, nor
civilization and discontents forsaken, but buzz
feeding foretaste (think while leg propped atop desk -
armageddon), of end times nonetheless triggering
linkedin helter skelter, wrenching economy (globally

webbed) doleful Lake Woebegone citizens haphazardly
remaining approximately six feet between another
human beings scrabbling, scrambling, scrimping, saving
international decree obligating painstaking handwashing

absolute zero socialization (comprising no more than ten
people), said groupon crowdsource commingling verboten,
yes tis moost ideal for solitary fellow (me barely a Yogi)
yabba dabbling playing online solitaire, chess, listening
to deep sleep music, meditating, reading, and/or writing.

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