Ha! You jumped back in,
or so you thought.
Too late, too little my “friend.”
Your efforts are for naught.
I left your tricks behind —
no more mind games for me.
Your mental claws were never kind.
Empty rings your empathy.
So take your narcissistic lust
and the card hid up your sleeve
— don’t bother with a trumped up fuss —
just take your lies and leave.
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Someone mentioned a poem a day in December, so my juices got flowing again, and here’s a little poem about users.
Thank you for visiting,
Lori Hoeck
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