Some People
I have a friend
A real carnival barker
Up on an old Hickory stump
Selling the oil
Telling anyone who would listen
How wonderful it is
Still there is the limited amount
So get your’s fast
Truth be told
The big storm took it
Washed him clean
Of everything he had
First it took his wife
Then his children
Real estate fell next
Then every dime to his name
Found himself a pretty little princess
Didn’t even know she was playing a game
Promised her a shiny gold kingdom
From a fairy tale he made up in his head
Now he rants and raves who ever the ear
Tearing down who ever confronts him
You know
Cowards and fear
Yesterday I saw him
As quiet as he’d ever been
Said if he ever had the chance
He would do the very same
So you may ask
What’s the moral to my stupid fucking story
Well it’s just my opinion
But
Some people are not going to change










too true dearest Bat there is plenty I would changed but didn”t know how great write ❤️
Thank you Crimsin. Hope the sun is shining into your window today
Bat
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Thanks Damian. Have a wonderful day
Bat
I have heard it said that “ people don’t change they just get better at hiding who they really are”. The older I get the more it seems so, though, sometimes I wonder (with bias and all). I’ve been reading your work for some time now and enjoy its intended and meaningful bluntness. Your poetry knows how to make a great point, and this well-written piece is no exception. Fantastic write!
Clay
Thank you Clay I appreciate you taking the time. Good Hump day to you
Bat