Greetings From The Future
I have a separate blog for my poetry (With Resistance). But a great friend gave me a beautiful journal for my birthday, and told me to write a poem in it.
So I did.
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GREETINGS FROM THE FUTURE
Remember that girl from high school?
the one you called Horseface?
the one you called Lardo?
Remember that girl?
whose tit you grabbed?
whose ass you slapped?
Remember that girl?
the one you sent a dick-pic to?
Remember that girl
the one you photoshopped?
Remember that girl from high school?
the one you called Cunt?
Hello from your surgeon.
Hello from your dentist.
Hello from
your anesthesiologist.
Hello from
your traffic cop.
Hello from your chef.
Hello from
your IRS agent.
Hello from your hairdresser.
Hello from your mechanic.
Hello from
your loan officer.
Hello fellow travelers
from your pilot.
notquiteold 
I want to ask a question.
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Thought-provoking, and I love your journal!
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So true!
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I liked this
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I want this poem in mural size for my wall, and to share with my granddaughters. By far the best poem I have read in ages Nancy!
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Thank you Deb. I hope that girls learn they have more power than it sometimes seems.
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Oh my! Thank God I was never tempted to call my high school friends and acquaintances by such names! What pain you send into the lives of others comes back into your own!
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This is very, very, good Nancy!
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