When talking about my job, (yes, I have always had a regular job!) I would say that I DON’T HAVE ‘BAD’ DAYS. I might have a very difficult or stressful and challenging day, but they were never really BAD.
This poem and song represents how you would ‘like’ to be telling the story after a really bad day. No traffic jams or confusion. You would stay with me and we would be happy. But you left anyway!
MIDIMike
This was not my first poem and song about the environment before the globe started thinking about global warming or climate change, and it was not the last. Most people can live their life and not have a negative impact on anyone. Most companies can do the same thing as well, and treat the community as neighbors. Oil, tobacco, big pharmacies and a million more are not interested in you. If this keeps up the human race could be putting Mother Earth in a life-threatening delivery and she may need to stop the birth before any more harm is done.
MIDIMike
I am chronologically challenged. I often remember events but not in the proper time sequence. Memories are tricky things. Especially when memories are all you have left.
For me, some memories exist beyond time.
They are.
They remain.
Some people are like that, no matter how often or rarely do we meet.
MIDIMike
There are some interesting concepts here and some very fluid lines in this piece, but I really don’t know what the message is. I mean I have the usual references to social injustice, the system, the powerful and all, but not sure where it was headed. I must have worked hard on the rhyming scheme though!
MIDIMike
It was clear early in grade school that I was not like the other boys in a lot of ways. My parents were smart, and they didn’t treat us like babies. We learned fast. The metoo movement was founded in 2006, but did not make it to the national scene until 2017. I guess this was a supportive song before I knew the movement existed.
In some ways, most guys were ‘an easy act to follow’. But in reality, too many women think ALL men are like that. Sometimes they just find out too late. So they are always suspicious. Always trying to catch you in a lie. Trying to separate you from others that might be considered ‘a threat’ or temptation.
You end up defending yourself for nothing all the time, because in their eyes, all guys are guilty – eventually.
MIDIMike
Just a comedic look at the life of a man who gets told ‘NO’ too often. Growing up spoiled doesn’t help much. The poem and posted song ends with a catchy phrase and a unique look at our possessions and personal contact.
MIDIMike
Just another day bouncing ideas inside the mind of a person with split personality disorder. Progress by committee.
MIDIMike
Another glimpse of lost love. Or love lost. The one that got away. A constant dilemma: hold them too close and risk pushing them away. Not holding them lets them slip away before you know it. When you were together you knew what tortures you now; you can’t go back.
There is no one else and never will be.
MIDIMike
Shifting to a better job and position I moved to Indiana to supervise late shift at a metal plating and plastic molding company. I moved first and rented a small place for a few months to make sure it was going to work before bringing my first wife out.
Small town.
One stop sign.
No one is in a rush. Worse than ‘island time’. I am so used to doing 10 things at once and find myself in the middle of nowhere doing nothing!
Farmers grow summer crops and often rotate to a winter wheat. Some farmers plant potatoes late in the season. Out there I felt like a Late Potato.
No rush.
This song has its roots in my observation of childhood development. In hind sight, this should have been my first ‘red flag’ while dating my current wife. Her daughter could not play games the way other kids do. She has to win. But not by actually winning. When she loses she will act as the winner and tell her version to anyone that will listen. Repeating a lie over and over almost makes it true.
She would ask me to play the game where you guess which hand she is holding the trinket or toy. Each time I would fail to guess the correct hand she would giggle and ask me to play again. In case you don’t have kids or didn’t guess it yet, she was not holding anything in either hand. That became the inspiration for the second verse.
My wife and I have been separated for a couple of years now. I failed to see the same behavioral traits exhibited by her daughter. My wife was just older and was able to hide the truth better. But even in 1987 the chorus was focused on why my wife behaved the way she did.
Had I known back then all those games and stories and false memories were intentional and part of her ‘great plan’, I would have cut my losses decades ago…… So much wasted time.
MIDIMike
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