Tough weakeners

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Bookstains Poetry Challenge, Cherished, Chocolates, Clouds, Cool breezes, Echostains, Eyelashes, Favorite things, I love!, List, Music, One Shot Wednesday, One Stop, Poetry, Poetry Potluck Week 38, Salted caramel hot chocolate, Sound of music, Too hard to resist, Treasures, Tune, What I can die for, What I like, What I live for, Writing

Image credits: "My Favorite Things" by ashesoffire00, and "Favorite Things" by phoenix_karenee @ DeviantArt... Superimposition of the images and the cloud effect was later done by yours truly...

White butter clouds
hanging oh so playfully
From silver chords
wound ’round sky’s own old pulley
Azure heavens
crisp and pure as can be
Kissed and nudged
by weightless zephyrs on sea

Caramel swirls
of a sweet salted delight
Set off alarms,
sizzle and make me feel light
Milk chocolate layers
that melt on my tongue
From moody
dungeons back now I have sprung

Voice so rich
like deep bass amidst clamor
Eyes that pierce
right through my heart’s hard armor
Dense shadows
of lashes dark, curled and long
And trembling
transparent like some frail song

If I can do
I sure will do
All that’s in my power…
To blow a few bubbles and indulge myself
In this warm sinful shower…

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**I had originally written this poem a couple of weeks back, but had never gotten around to posting it… But today, I happened to see Lynda’s (aka Echostains) fantastic Poetry Challenge @ Bookstains, and I simply HAD to post it in response to the challenge (with a lil bit of editing so as to fit the challenge theme/criteria)… Gosh!! This was a whole lot of fun!!! Check out the challenge yourself, and play along… I bet you’ll LOVE it!! Oh… and try “singing” this poem to the tune of “These are a few of my favorite things” from Sound Of Music … :D**

***And what better place to put up this poem than One Shot Wednesday (week 44)! Maaaannn…. I REALLY missed y’all, my favorite One-Shot-Stars! Well well… now I am back… and all set to read too!! 🙂 See y’all soooon!!***

****And I am now adding this to Poetry Potluck (week 38) as well since I could not come up with anything more suited for the theme (Inspired by a song) 🙂 ****

Sewn together…

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Anniversary, Jan 28th, January, Marriage, Month Challenge, Poetry, Sunday 160, Wedding

Credits: Our wedding clicker.. Model: Me!

One day in January
None too ordinary
Down came a fairy
And got us to marry

We began to worry
Oh it seemed so scary
But now we’re merry
With another anniversary

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*~*Posted for Monkey Man’s Sunday 160, : Stories/poems in 160 characters!!
Also posted for Lady Nimue’s Month Challenge (for January, which also happens to be my birthday month.. yaay!!): A challenge where you write a poem for each month of the year!

Do check these out… You LOVE what you’ll find here… 🙂 *~*

Rantings of a disgruntled shopping cart

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Abandon, Careless, One Shot Wednesday, One Stop Poetry, Poetry, Shopping cart

Image credits: Google images (montagueproject.com)

To me they run
When they feel need
And when they’re done
I’m but a weed

They drag me in
Through stores and aisles
They gaff and grin
While I count miles

In me they stuff
All they can find
They yank me rough
But I don’t mind

I’m left in pain
Alone I rot
In snow or rain
Or when it’s hot

They could park me
On green sidewalks
Instead they flee
As I skirt shocks

Cars glare and mock
Swear at my nerve
I pray they’d stop
Rather, they swerve

What did I do
To hurt their pride
For them to shoo
And grunt and chide ?

I wish they’d care
Be nice to me
With a smile to spare
On their buying spree

Now here I stand
On this road I dwell
For another hand
To push me to hell

A mural once told me…

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02/21/2010, February, Leaving, Poetry, Shadow, Villas of Preston Creek, Wall

Guided by the moonlight
And the lamps below
I bounced right off treetops
In through your window

You can but stare at me
I stand, a proud shadow on your wall

I smiled, waited for you
While you tossed and turned
You then looked towards me
Slumber you had burned

You can but stare at me
I stand, a handsome shadow on your wall

You tried hard to catch me
Flashing low and high
Slyly did I dodge you
My home’s in your eye

You can but stare at me
I stand, a cunning shadow on your wall

You blinked at me in awe
And gazed at my face
My branched and leafy form
Like patterns on lace

You can but stare at me
I stand, a mangled shadow on your wall

You spoke and you laughed
Happy as can be
Then I saw a teardrop
Hide beneath your glee

You can but stare at me
I stand, a kindly shadow on your wall

You may leave tomorrow
Or decide to stay
But I sure will love you
Through all night and day

You can but stare at me
I still stand, a mere shadow on a wall

In The Flesh !

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04/13/2002, Bangalore, India, Nostalgia, Palace Grounds, Pink Floyd, Poetry, Roger Waters, Sweet memories, Tour

Warm night ahead us lay
With mystery in the air
‘Hey You’, I heard him say
Catching me unaware

Tasting music in a dose
Lulled vanity and strife
High Hopes within me rose
I was Coming Back To Life

In Freedom and through light
The lasers played their game
Flashing rainbows in the night
No! I was not insane

Rooted Comfortably Numb
Afore The Wall of sounds
I watched the maestro strum
As he rocked on Palace Grounds

On every thump of bass
A Pulse and then a swoon
Sending me on a chase
To The Dark Side Of The Moon

His weapons of mayhem
To whom we bowed and cried
But was it Us Or Them
Whose hearts were filled with pride?

Eight years in Time have passed
Since this mega display
But in me it’s Echoes last
Like it were yesterday

A bus ride to weirdland Austin

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Austin, Bus ride, Imagination, Poetry, Sleep, Snore

It was a dark night; Or were my eyelids shut?
When by me I heard a growl; It nearly churned my gut
The roar was too loud; And it sure drove me crazy
Beads of cold sweat formed; My thoughts were growing hazy
Then there was the second; Only now it was deeper
Sending chills down my spine; This one was no keeper
A rrrrrrip was what came next; Its sound filling the air
I clenched my fists tight; I was drowning in despair
Nails clawed in through my head; Or was it just a dream?
Dread was taking over me; I had to choke my scream
I then open my eyes; A tired gran I see
In the seat next to mine; Twas her snore that frightened me

Charisma unmatched!

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Beautiful, Empire State Building, Imagination, Magnificent, Poetry, Tribute, Wonderful

An orange sun, a morning glow
Amid boxes, set in a row
Your looming shadow across the flow
Twists a lip, raises a brow

Blue skies, a cloudless sight
Vivid pictures painted bright
Your angles sharp, they scream of might
They make me weak, and my head so light

Misty airs, hanging high
Casting patterns on windows dry
But scenes beyond, they speak no lie
You reach out to me and make me sigh

When rains hit hard and moods are grey
When dull and tired define the day
You wisely look to me and say
‘Wear grins and smiles, toss gloom away’

Zillion vibrant lights surround
Some afloat, some on ground
You make them proud, you are the crowned
And by your spell, I find me bound

You tease, you charm, you mock, you lure
Of your intent, I’m not too sure
You make me bold and yet demure
Each look at you stirs up senses pure

You truly live up to your name
With methods deft, you ace your game
Standing tall, with your grace and fame
Oh grand Empire, you put the rest to shame

The “real” identity

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Comparison, Future, ID, Identity, Past, Poetry, Present, Proper use

Who are you?

You are a tune
To which we dance
A fall we’ll take
with every wrong stance

Who are you?

You are a wave
When I’m your shore
Your ebbs and tides
After long, are a bore…

Who are you?

You are a phone
With no network
With no calls to offer
No text, no perk!

Who are you?

You are what was
In the chasm of time
Lusting for you
Is only a crime

Who are you?

You are a mirror
With a special gift
On using you right
Tomorrow could be a lift

Without a doubt !

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Clarity, Confusion, Doubtless, Meant to be, Poetry

A classic Friday eve it was
With snooker, rum and coke
That’s when we met, and exchanged a smile
Twas fate, no piece of joke

And you ask ‘Was it meant to be?’

A thought conceiving in my mind
With no alphabet to match
And there you are, saying it all
Like it was for you to catch

And you ask ‘Was it meant to be?’

The songs were playing on and on
Their tunes were what I heard
And while you were tickled by the same,
For you, it was the word

And you ask ‘Was it meant to be?’

If a cloud of gloom was ever on
‘Think’ was what we’d do
And soon a trip to the lake or lounge
Would leave us bright and new!

And you ask ‘Was it meant to be?’

When drives and talks and walks we did
Time was of no essence
Between us laughs and drinks we shared
And never a pretense

And you ask ‘Was it meant to be?’

Limits seem to know no bounds
When you and I are by
Our nerves might play coy and demure
But the senses never too shy

And you ask ‘Was it meant to be?’

Yet holding hands feels louder than
The pounding of the hearts
And barriers have no effect
Cuz of one, we are two parts

And then I think ‘Maybe it’s meant to be’

Then looking back at all those times
I see that it was bliss
And know that if it were erased
A heaven I will miss

And so to us I scream ‘Ofcourse it’s meant to be !!!’

Momentary paradox

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Confusion, Dramatic, Imagination, Moment, Poetry, Split second

One moment there is order; the next, chaos
One moment I’m euphoric; the next, morose
One moment it’s a Yes; the very next, a Heck No!!
One moment I am on a high; the next, lowest of the low
One moment it’s spotless; the next, stained
One moment the jar’s overflowing; the next, drained
One moment it’s divine; the next, vile
One moment an abundance of hope; the next, all’s futile
One moment I have it; the next, it’s gone
One moment I’m amidst everyone; the next, all alone
One moment there’s dazzle; the next, the dark too still
One moment I’m in spring; the next, frozen by the chill

Is this really happening, or is it just another figment of my dramatic imagination?!

An uninvited guest…

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Aacchhoooo, Cold, Cough cough, Indoor, Poetry, Sneeze

I opened the doors for you
When you made your presence show
My eyes they burned with tears
As your care for me did grow.
I bowed my head to you
And never said a NO
And kept myself indoors
For three days in a row!
Oh dear cold virus
Why do you love me so
For however hard I try
You just don’t seem to go…

I Desire, But I Wish…

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Desire, Hardly coincide, Poetry, Wish

I want to raft the waters white
But I need to stay within my sight

I want to have a choco tart
But I need someone with the sweetest heart

I want to roam all o’er the world
Yet I need to stay right by him, curled

I want to ski down the slopes
But I need to be up on the hopes

I want to fly by greens and seas
But I need to keep my mind at ease

I want myself to look the best
But I need to ace at life’s main test

I want it all, I want to shine
But I need myself never to whine

So I may want the wants I see
But I will need to be true to me

On your mark… Get set… Go!

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Cursed, Lauded, Life, Poetry

Formed and fashioned from above
A cherished gift was I
Mom and dad were full of love
For the apple of their eye

Be it ma with her nightly kiss
Or daddy making my meal
Time may destroy all but this
To now that warmth I feel

Then to me it was the time
To do what I felt right
Breaking rules was no crime
By day or by the night

One fine day, in love I fell
Let it decide my mood
Snapping out of it as well
When to me it did no good

At long last I found my star
That shone bright in the crowd
It was one that had no scar
With it, FOREVER screamed aloud

What magis was, it hit ‘pon us
As we led her into this world
Love spread about in manners thus
As she grew, our joys untold..

Now as I age, I think and muse
Of that I’ve gained and not
Life sometimes it has been a ruse
A straight road or a knot

Finally, all’s said and done
I am an ebbing tide
And the time for me has come
To walk to the other side

On My Flight Back To Dallas

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35000 feet, Dallas, In-flight, Landing, Musings, Poetry

There are moments when I
Sit right by my side
And as time passes by
All noises subside…

I let my mind take flight
And watch the evening skies
Sink into hues of the night
With my passions on the rise

When life is at its peak
And I’m bothered by none
Where all that makes me weak
Are those dreams I have spun

It is moments such as these
By which I am alive
For they are a soothing breeze
When realities arrive…

Spiced up!

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Emotions, Expressions, Poetry

I grin along, giving a nod
When you and I, we strike a cord
But when you speak words I dissent
A cold shrug to you is my present

Regrets and sorrows well up my eyes
Ridding of them, I heave some sighs
But depths of passion resting within
Surge up bringing my wrath therein

On the porch, my eyes on none
Dreaming in space, all woes I shun
You speak to me of payments due
And here I sit, looking right through you

The sign of love that Cupid sends
To my face a blush it lends
It makes me blink, and stop to wonder
Is this my path, or just a blunder…

In moments of life, when all’s a haze
I stutter and strive, I’m in a daze
And from the realms of my mind
Those awkward thoughts make my teeth grind

With a twinkle in my eyes I smile
As you trip over in the aisle
My expressions make me what I am
These are for real, and not a sham

Sifting through strands

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Memories, Poetry, Sands of time, Slip through fingers

I jog back down that winding lane
Peek into all those doors again
That let me in, and bear my name

And though I see it crystal clear
I may not live it while I’m here
To me now, tis a film so sheer

Be it made with petals of gold
Or with stormy winds so cold
Its for me to use as a mold

For all I know, it belongs to me
Or to you, or whoever it be
But it stays as is, for eternity

But life goes on and seasons change
While I’m caught amidst feelings strange
Keeping smiles and tears alike in range

8 minutes of birdhood

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Bird, Chance of a lifetime, Fly, Freefall, Parachute, Poetry, Skydiving

Up we went in a frail li’l craft
That took its time to get us aloft
Into bright blue skies on a beautiful day
We soared as we kept our fears at bay

The moment of truth had indeed arrived
As I stood on the edge, ready to glide
I barely counted to two point five
And before I knew, I’d taken the dive

I was but a rock in a mighty fall
Off a building standing three miles tall
And rare as moments could ever get
No thoughts thru’ my mind did I once let

I screamed aloud with all my heart
Darting below ripping clouds apart
Was this as it really seemed
Or that I had only dreamed?

My ears went quiet, that’s when I knew
No dream this was, but just so true
And I flailed my limbs like a crazy fool
Smiling at the lens, to look my cool

And suddenly, the skies they shook
As the chute broke open from its hook
That marked the time I was born again
As a bird that knew to fly by then

Pulling the chords, like I had the flair
In control I was, doing what I could dare
An air of peace before me loomed
As I glided above, while all earth zoomed

Acres of pastures stretched below
While I floated to ground, smooth and slow
A thrill this was like never before
And I wished so hard to fly once more

With a perfect landing to the ground
Gloating as I saw friends around
This was the best deal I could hack
One round trip to heaven and back!

Does it really matter?

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Answers, How important?, Poetry, Questions, What next

A leader aims at peace around
Sniffing for success like a hound
Brave soldiers guarding us from foes
Keeping nations from but more woes
But… does it really matter ?

All we care for is how much we win
For which we may commit a sin
The lifelong strife for more and more
Until we tire and our minds get sore
But… does it really matter ?

This gap that keeps us apart,
Miles test the unity of hearts
Temptations walk by me each day,
And pour their doubts on me that stay
But… does it really matter ?

We may drink, forget, then be glad,
And people dare say we are mad
For those that matter, they know us well
The rest for whom we’re in a shell
But… does it really matter ?

We detest so that the faith is gone
And love like its a whole new dawn
It takes more than just will to give
Or power to rule, or breaths to live
But… does it really matter ?

A thinker may think of it all
Oracles tell when this world’s to fall
Great poets have had much to say
Speak of all things at will they may
But… does it really matter ?

To some, God is a mystery
The master of all mastery
Devotees worship him galore
Atheists believe he’s but a lore
But… does it really matter ?

Relationship – not just another nametag

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Name tag, Poetry, Relationships, Tagging

The purity of lasting bonds never ceases to amaze
With abysmal depths of its own, leaving us in a daze
Intensity and power with which these branches are entwined
The choice lies in your hands, for you we are lined
I know not yet what to call it, there seems to be no name
For the richness that engulfs me so, I have no one to blame

The sound of togetherness echoes in the vale
Answers to these calls come with ease, for no more am I pale
This aura thus surrounding me, with sanctity infused
I hope to cherish all of it, and never be refused
My mind is all drenched and absorbed so deeply in your thoughts
And I have a pulse racing so hard, but only for the sorts

The tune of hearts beating along, sounds like a symphony
Yet at times there are unknown cues of melancholy
Bursts of passion promise to me, to last till eternity
It makes me think I am cared for, its not about pity
All I need is the feeling that, there’s someone by my side
It be a face that I turn to, the place where I can hide

Those that envy mumble to me, my deeds will make me rue
But is there any other way, for I can’t help but think of you
Some see this as a sacrifice, but with it I hope to learn
Going beyond love and desire, my heart has much to earn
It may be just another gamble, but I have to wager on
For there is much to win in this, but without it I lose all

Standing By The Window…

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Musings, Poetry, Random, Thoughts, Window

Standing by the window
Watching the children play
I wonder what becomes of us
Whats really ours to say

Standing by the window
I ponder over the past
And wish from all the depths within
That it would forever last

Standing by the window
I paint a picture bright
With all the colors life can offer
Be they dark, or be they light

Standing by the window
I enjoy this gentle air
And urge my self to open up
Outside of my own lair

Standing by the window
Rain splashing on the pane
With gusts that make way through the gaps
Thrashing all that we think sane

Standing by the window
Green grass before my eyes
With gentle blades that bow to me
Catching me by surprise

Standing by the window
Trees swaying in the breeze
Their leaves gleam in all freshness
Can this moment not just freeze??

Standing by the window
Cars speeding, zooming past
I think how far I have travelled
In this world that’s paced so fast

Standing by the window
Night lit by a full moon
A quiet moment with my spirit, then
Letting crickets sing their tune

It Makes Me Wonder…

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Illusion, Magic, Miracles, Poetry, Wonderment

Closing my eyes I pray so hard
Afore all friends, to pull the right card
They think I am being so slick
Its nothing but a plain old trick

Cocooned is it in an early phase
Voracious in its younger days
And yet when it emerges out
Vividity is the butterfly’s clout

This rivulet flowing all year long
In spring it sweetly sings its song
The summers fail to run it dry
When the world’s gone cold, it does not shy…

The mystic chords that sing a tune
Your voice as calm as the moon
In glimmering fragments with the song
And joined together and spun along

When sleep opts to stay away from me
I lie in bed, with shut eyes I see
The spirits of gloom dance before my eyes
And slumber sets in amidst my sighs

Oh fervid longings, thoughts and fancies
How few of all your spirit-lances
They tread the city of the soul
And arrive where glory’s trumpets roll!

A hand that rests above us all
That snaps a finger, and we rise or fall
All we do needs just a flick
I can’t help but wonder what makes us tick

Its but an illusion of divinity
Minds fold into voids of inanity
The brainwashing ‘white’ idea of life
Unto our lives we invite much strife

A Myth?

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Belief, Coincidence, Happens for a reason, Poetry

Thoughts of escape, fill up my mind
Like the roots below the big oak tree
But the rope’s been cut, no more they bind
The coast is clear, now I am free

Is it coincidence…is it not?

Our fate is bound, luck’s running out
I sense an oomph, of love at first glance
Careless whispers, there’s but no doubt
This union, of hearts that prance

Is it coincidence…is it not?

This feeling here, I want it to last
The bud of love it blooms indeed
But time with you, fleeting so fast
Yet the truth remains, I am all you need

Is it coincidence…is it not?

I wished to have you by my side
Hike mountains high and swim oceans deep
And before I knew, I was on my ride
With moments of bliss, for me to keep

Is it coincidence…is it not?

I longed to have a chocolate pie
But my lips were sealed lest the walls may hear
Tring tring, “Hullo” I say with a sigh
“Lets go,” says he “have a tart my dear”

Is it coincidence…is it not?

Some may call it ‘Happenstance’
Others ‘Random Chance’, or ‘Fortuitousness’
It stuns me, robs me of my sense
And makes me think, more oft no less

Is it coincidence… oh I think not!

Symphony of Colors

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Colors, Indigo, Light, Pink, Poetry, Time of day, Vivid

The misty dawn, the lilac sky
To whom Weary spirits look up high
Early morn, its a brand new day,
The emerging light brightens our way

The morning air, so fresh and clear
And pastel shades would soon appear
In a sky alit with orange and red
As the lazy sun crawled out of bed.

This blazing star narrows its sight
And scorches me with noon’s white light
I plead to him, Do please spare me
I owe my life, only unto thee

Lunch for me, it had better be soon
Famished am I, for its afternoon
Half day through, I yearn for siesta
A few hours more, and its time for fiesta

Shadows grow long, as the sun goes down
With hues of amber, it paints all town
The day’s not done, there is more to come
Though sorry for few, and happy for some

Twilight sets in, greeting a bright new day
Together we cling, together we’ll stay
Forever and ever till journeys end
Ne’er parting ways, as lover or friend

A navy blanket adorned with stars
Keeping me from life’s harshest scars
A moon so round, smiling o’er the lake
On the morrow it has, sleepy sun to wake

A secret untold… until now

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Poetry, Secret, Story, True or False, Untold

It was just another day
Of triviality
Whose memories may fray
Yet scream of clarity

And then it all began
I knew not how things ran..

Greetings were tossed across
In the bright hours of morn
To whom, I’m at a loss
The names, not to me dawn

But so little did I care
For he was always there..

Li’l glimpses of each other
That was all we had
But there was no bother
And it never made me sad

Things did take a turn
And the shyness was to burn..

We did make quaint remarks
Or pull the other’s leg
It often threw off sparks
And spiced up like nutmeg

Never did I realize
What’s to materialize..

He made to me one day
An offer, a surprise
I had no word to say
And accepted as a prize

It sure was a new dawn
And this story still goes on..

And the CREDIT goes to…

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Blame, Excuse, Fault, Gym, In vain, Lame attempts, Poetry

I love the morning dew, such freshness it does bring
The chirping of the birds, reminding of sweet spring
But I lie there fast asleep, with dreams and loud snoring
And I will not jog with you, for my clock it does not ring

Sir I say I have, reasons for being late
Sometimes it is the time, and sometimes its the date
Oh please entice me not, I won’t take the bait
I’m not to be honored, the pie goes to my fate

Lunch it ne’er happens, nor tea with you I take
I work all night and day, and its only for your sake
Don’t punish me so hard, or faces at me make
And curse me not my love, for my boss he takes the cake

Gymnasium’s my temple, with slim deities I envy
But the doors of which are just, for my back to see
My body pokes my skin, though “healthy” it may be
Don’t throw your glares at me, Oprah makes me watch TV

I may not care a bit, for how I am percieved
The impression it lasts, and a whiner I’ve been deemed
Excuses I turn to, are never once believed
I must do as I’ve said, and then I’ll be relieved