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There was a time, I thought, that I might, once have known…

This poem is probably By Ross E F Lombardi

By Ross E Fortune LombardiPublished 11 months ago 1 min read

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There was a time, I thought, that I might, once have known…

This poem is probably By Ross E F Lombardi

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Round and round again we go,

Where it stops

No one knows

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I knew a public relations specialist who spin-doctored

They bragged, - How good they were at spin

But how can I believe them?

When they spin to me, - About how good at spin-doctoring they are?

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Round and round again we go,

Where it stops

No one knows

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I knew an advertising executive who sold things

They bragged about how good they were at selling ideas,

But how can I have faith in them?

When they are selling me an idea, - About how good they are at selling ideas?

.

Round and round again they post,

Where this stuff sells

No one knows

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I knew a corrupt politician who manipulated.

They boasted about how good they were at manipulating

But how can I vote for them?

When they manipulate me into believing - What excellent manipulators they are?

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Round and round again we elect,

Another mere crap opportunist,

Not worthy of respect,

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I knew a deceitful woman.

They insisted to me, - How Very good at deceiving they are.

But how can I fuck them?

When they may be deceiving me, - About what good deceivers they are?

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Round and round again we all go,

Where love starts

No one cares,

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I knew a man who Always lied

They bragged convincingly, - About how good they are - At lying,

But how can I respect them?

When they are bullshitting AT me, - About how good at bullshitting they are?

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Round and round again they went,

Who values anymore?

Where trust went?

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I knew a soul who was broken

They shakingly admitted how broken-hearted they are.

My heart ached with sympathetic, empathic, pains.

It tore me apart inside

This sad fact,

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I could Not help them.

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#Lies

#Fibs

#Manipulation

#Dishonesty

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fact or fictionheartbreakhumorinspirationalperformance poetrysocial commentarysad poetry

About the Creator

Ross E Fortune Lombardi

Writer and Artist.

A (Constantly Failing To Be Funny) satirist!

Mutare non est meum

Cantus moriar

EMAIL

[email protected]

BLOG:

http://lombot.co.uk

You Tube:

https://www.youtube.com/@Rat_Lombot/featured

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