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they build 'em big they build 'em large they're filled with long grocery lists of names and there's many a barge waiting to unload its fare the supplies are many the shelves seldom bare and the shipments are endless they choke the sky they befoul the air they take on the pretense of stating they don't care but they're dishonest and they hide from how they feel but you're supposed to keep afloat and on an even keel because the factory of resentments is full of false sentience they think they know but they don't know their expectations and presumed subjugations doom them to fall flat because they lack a format of forethought and are based on the past and not the present that will sustain themselves theyll simply over-think themselves into the ground blaming those in front of them and those not around all the time stating that you ought to see the fickle fingers pointing back at you had they really thought it through they might see how they've not been so wronged it might instead have been their own thinking all along wouldn't it be better to work things out than to build another factory or two? forgiveness can be a long route to do it takes willingness not many folks travel well on this road they don't have the equipment and they're not ready to go change always hurts like hell inertia being part of the original reason they fell admitting one's part is a hard thing to do and an uncomfortable shoe to walk in I want to quit the factory whenever I see it rising up again trying to take over a part of me and the road-map of my heart and soul the factory of resentments cand dig a deep hole we all want more of ourselves and our lives so speaking up is the way to go otherwise the outcome might be a garden of weeds where none of your needs get asked for because and you can bring yourself to speak being too uptight too full of resistence simply you will not succeed the factory of resentments takes notes keeps diaries makes moves with sequels and leaves no room to breathe so decide its your right your decision to lead and to leave ain't no use in feeling bad all the time when the sun's just behind the clouds and the rain always passes and why couldn't you just ask us.... cuz--communication is the key ask, yes, just ask me you might end up with exactly what you need. A RANT ... directly to the page...will go back later to edit LEGAL COPYRIGHT 10/2/2019 3:11PM PST TIME/DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS POET/AUTHOR MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD. Vote for this poem |
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