Wasted Food - Empty Plate.

Wasted Food - Empty Plate.

By Ross E F Lombardi.

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Meeting, talking, eating,

Cooking, Her and me,

Sharing the banquet of life

Holding young smooth hands

Becoming grey together.

Me and a lovely wife.

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This is the path planned to take.

Fadeing away into forever

As the smooth hands wrinckle away.

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But That sweat pudding never happened

The dissert food of love spoiled.

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Now I wonder shore to beach

Eating the putrid pudding of "never".

From beach to shore and back - and on.

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No one to share This meal.

I have become a scrap,

A left over

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Journey continues on divorced.

I obsesse and chew on alone

They left me behind.

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Until every lovely memory becomes a poison.

Starving

Heart already gone.

I consumed my own mind.

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EXTRA BIT!

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I'm not scared of the tea app.

Bring that shit on!

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There is no way on earth I could be any less dateable.

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I am allready as undateble as it is possible to ever get.

There is nowhere lower left to go.

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If Epstein came back to life as a pudrid corpse, homeless and broke,

covered in maggots,

all of them with human faces ,

all of them screaming constantly in unison.

Then .... LOL!

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...Then he would Still be four entire notches more datable than my sorry arse.

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