There’s a message
Within the song
I recognize its face
All day long
But I can’t understand
Why it’s there
It seems to have caught me
Unaware
Somewhere a lesson
Will likely be had
Slapping my wrists
Reminding me I’m bad
Until then
I’ll wrestle with confusion
Which a few I know
Will find quite amusin
And in the end
I’ll be back in that room
Breathing in more
Of that cheap perfume
For that’s what this life
Has become
May just guzzle it down
With a bottle of rum
© 2018 Michelle Cook
*Written ages ago and I don’t even remember what I was thinking about at the time. Just cleaning out the notes section on my phone. 😉 So beware, I’ve got over 200 more notes to look through, and I’m guessing there may be more of these weird ones to come. 😉
I will have some rum please, while I anxiously await more from your notes 😊
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Pour me another! Lol… 😉
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Yes Ma’am 😊
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Lol… 😉
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😉
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Reblogged this on NewlifeduringMidlife and commented:
Sharing in case you have not read her posts yet or joined her monthly prompts.
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Thank you so much for sharing this 😉
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You are very welcome 😊
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Oh, my phone dreads when I open notes. It breathes a sigh of relief when it’s the shopping list being typed lol
Interesting thoughts, M…
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I never use my for that. My phone must hate me. Lol
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