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This young girl who thought the world was only about her

Was about to get an awakening ruder than there ever were

She went about most of her life

Thinking nobody else was even rife

She begged and pleaded to be alone

Almost until she was all the way grown

Then there came a time in her life

When she had a terrible strife

She called almost everyone she knew

But they all said they were at the zoo

But then she decided to think

She never needed another link

She spent most of her time all alone

So what’s the difference now that she’s on her own

This here problem may be quite big

But she believed everyone else was really prig

All alone she began to wonder

Was being so selfish  just a blunder

Because in this time of need

Nobody here wanted to heed

She really needed a friend

But nobody wanted to lend

She felt horrible

But everyone felt she was ignorable

She really wanted to change her ways

Act as if all this was just a phase

She tried calling everyone again

But she thought it was all in vain

But then finally someone picked up

It was her brother who asked “sup”

She finally found someone to help her through

Maybe now she could stop being blue

He had said that she was so selfish

And that his least favorite food was shellfish

She felt very apologetic

Her brother said she was acting pathetic

Now instead of begging and pleading to be alone

She begged and pleaded to come back home

She felt like she wanted to hide

But this is who she was inside

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¨I ONCE HEARD A STORY,¨ the drunk yelled into the calm

Sighs arose from her companions as faces met with palms

With nothing to lose, someone asked what it was about

¨AN OLD BAT LIKE ME,¨ she responded with a shout

Time is funny, she began, in the way it adds up

Eighty years to this gal’s name, yet still not enough

Young and impressionable, other voices snuck into her head

Self-esteem as fragile as a single, ratty thread

Construction sites were bare, machines wouldn’t build

Apprehensive of anything that could make her feel fulfilled

Opportunities and dreams held captive by fear

Internal conditions were worse than they appeared

Stuck with wasted potential and a mediocre life

Joy was sparse until she could call herself a wife

Enter a man oozing with confidence and goals

Blocking her from receding further into her soul

Refreshed, reborn, inspired to grow

Evolving into someone she could have been long ago

Fifty years of marriage, enough offspring per every acre

Alas, it came time for her husband to meet his maker

Disease picked at him slowly, finally finishing him off

Departed from the earth with a final, labored cough

Half a century of progress followed him out

Replacing the remix with the original, self-doubt

Her children, concerned, living across the sea

Bade her relocation to the land of opportunity

A fish out of water, a Brit in the States

Longing for her husband, she hated this place

Reaching a level of desperation that had never been felt

Things changed when forced to confront the cards she had been dealt

¨A year, if you’re lucky¨ was the answer when inquired

Doomed to meet the same end as her husband, not to be desired

Realization hit as her brain carefully agreed

She was the solution, not a knight on his steed

Faced with a deadline she broke free of all restraints

Living authentically for once, disregarding complaints

Worry flooded her children to see their mother so carefree

Oblivious of cancer as they toured nursing facilities

Attentive to the clock of mortality booming in her cranium

A final destination was realized, as certain as titanium

Time was hoarded until a month remained

Sneaking to the airport without a single refrain

To slide under the seat her knees simply had to buckle

At this, our narrator began to chuckle

¨No one could suspect me, not even you folks

Indeed, it is I of whom I spoke¨

Apologies and condolences were issued as they were due

Guilty of judgement, criminals turned a reddish hue

¨By my behavior you may think me physco or insane

Don’t cease your assessments, my beast has been slain

A return to London where my husband took his last breath

Truly is my only path to a sincere, peaceful death¨

Drained of emotion and physical health

Slumber welcomed her with unexpected stealth

Passengers, wide-eyed, until their journey came to an end

A volunteer offered to rouse the group’s new old friend

As she lay unresponsive, people rushed to her aid

Alas, death invaded sleep, and the trade had been made

Horror stricken, by remorse the traveler’s souls were breached

Haunted by an old woman whose goals were just out of reach

A cautionary tale of a life burdened by angst

Tomorrow is never promised, so with each one give thanks

Live boldly and fiercely, let nothing go to waste

Make use of your days , or depart without a trace

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The long hours of training flew by

The soldier’s expectations were high

Even though he knew he wasn’t the best

He went on for hours without rest

There were always people that brought him down

But he always hid his frown

Many people close to him lost hope

No one really knowing how to cope

There was a time when he was not assured

But something about his dream lured

He used to have a hard time with goals

Being jealous of other souls

While he was all being stressed

There were other soldiers thinking they were the best

He watched as they easily doing all tasks

Why can’t I do that he asks

This soldier thought he cannot continue

Maybe have another dream that’s new

All the others soldiers making fun of him

It made him feel his chances were slim

Everyday was a massive struggle

With all of the training he couldn’t juggle

When all the others were staring

He went up to them without caring

The broken soldier went and told them off

They just shrugged and looked at him with a scoff

Just then the soldier realised something

And it wasn’t a dumb thing

Those men weren’t there for respect

But that’s why he was there last time he checked

And with only one guess

He realised that them and himself were a mess

He asked them why they were here and risking a bleed

They answered and he noticed it was mainly greed

This soldier wanted to tell them why they were here

He hoped they would open their ears

He told them to clean up their act

And didn’t want them to get attacked

The reassured soldier said for the country they are to serve

Not just for themselves and getting through nerve

After speaking with the gentlemen he thought

That he himself had been caught

He had was going through almost the same error

And at that moment he felt terror

He had been struggling and complaining

He knew he was straining

He had almost quit

But he knows he has witt

Just by helping the others he could help himself

And put the issues on the shelf

He knows his good

And it was at the place he stood

Hed gave the other's power

And their forgiveness towers

He had cured their selfishness

And gave them happiness

He helped himself in the process not give up

And assured himself a yup

Because of this he became brave

And it was selflessness that he craved

The day he was sent out for war

Now he knew his dream would sore

Just like his father

The determination and confidence was not a bother

Many years after his training and being sent out

Even if had been through pain and drought

He never forgot the little boy wishing to be a hero that he used to be ‘

And even in battle he let that dream be free

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While walking down the street

The smell was so sweet

He was thinking about his day

While watching the bay

He remembered the great times

Even when there was all of the crimes

She meant the world to him

Just the thought of picnics under the tree limb

He couldn’t accept she was right

His grip was too tight

Now it is the only thing he would regret

The memories they made are too much to forget

She only asked him for respect

He was too foolish to know that no one is perfect

She tolerated him for so long

He thought our love would be life long

He went to his friend for advice

He too had paid a great price

Street beggar by day

Druggie when the sky turned gray

The advice he gained

Led to anger he couldn't have contained

It’s not my fault she left he said

Looking back all the things he could have done instead

When he accepted he had done her wrong

He no longer felt so strong

He didn’t want to hurt anyone more

Because he had already chased one out the door

Feeling awful for all of his bad choices

In his head he started hearing voices

Into a dark depression he went

Since he had no one to help him vent

One day happy as could be

Now no one to hear his plea

He felt there was no need

I have done no good deeds

I have only hurt

Now he has ruined his good shirt

In the obituary it said

He was a hothead

At the funeral there she was

At first she didn’t understand she was the cause

Until the paramedics told her

“His last words were “this is the cure””

She sobbed thinking how happy the could have been

If only he would have asked her to wed

She still cared too much

She now only wanted to feel his gentle touch

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Susan was up once again

The soccer trip was ready to begin

All packed and ready

She got the boys spaghetti

She got them out of bed

By throwing a soccer ball at their head

They grumbled and groaned

They tried to postpone

Susan would have none of it

the boys threw a fit

Once they saw that the snack bag was filled

They were thrilled

The snack bag was the savior of all games

Without it they would have no game

They all pile into the SUV

To begin their epic journey

The traffic was nasty

Susan hustled through security

She finally reached her seat

She was able to rest her aching feet

It was a long and endless flight

She was hoping the boys wouldn’t fight

The plane had a smooth landing

They were ready to be standing

Susan looked out at the rain

They disembarked from the plane

They claimed their bags

The snack bag was in rags

Susan was stupefied

How in the world would she find snacks that aren't fried

Everyone was shocked and in dismay

The boys didn’t even know what to say

They headed out for lunch at a pub

The other teammates were there to grab some grub

Susan hoped the boys would forget about the snacks after their meal

But sadly that was not the deal

Susan was always the number one soccer mom

She was always very calm

She couldn’t believe how she let the boys down

This news would spread all over town

As Susan watched the game

Another soccer mom saw her look of shame

She asked Susan what had her looking so sad

Nothing could be that bad

Not being perfect was hard to admit

As a soccer mom she felt unfit

The other mom carly told Susan not to worry
She pulled her bag out in a hurry

The sun seemed to shine brighter

She felt lighter

Carly was happy to share

She said there was enough to spare

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The 80’s were easily the best

It was the era of best dressed

With fashion brands like members only

Anyone who wore it wouldn’t be lonely

Movies were all the hype

To this day they’re still my type

The music was considered rock

It played on MTV around the clock

High school was pretty rough

You had to be mentally tough

Bullying was no big deal

No one cared how it made you feel

Cliques and stereotypes were all the hype

Jocks, nerds, or maybe the stoners were your type

What most kids did not know

Was there was much more than one would show

His homelife was not the best view

But at school he’d show tremendous virtue

All that mattered was getting far away from home

And the only way to do that was to get a pretty big loan

Football was his best chance

Because his grades won’t get him any grants

The homecoming game was just around the corner

A college scout was coming for the 4th quarter

This would be the biggest game of his career

It must be the best he has played all year

He must play the game without a bother

If he wants to get away from his drunken father

His father John was a high school burn out

Jake’s mother Claire left him with no doubt

He sits around, smoking and drinking

Instead of his son’s games hollering and cheering

The night of the game Jake’s father was drunk

He punched him in the face and called him a punk

Jake showed up to the game with a black eye

Coach asked him how he got it and who was the guy

He said it happened during practice and not to worry

The coach assumed he was lying but didn’t want the whole story

After the game the scout approached him with a grin

And said it would be in honor to have him

Unlike his father

Jake became a scholar

He lived a happy life

And had two kids with his wonderful wife

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A young kid with natural talent

Grew up being very gallant

All he wanted to do in life was act

Through the years no one seemed to have his back

He started to do things that were illegal

Even stole his neighbor, Ricky’s beagle

Pot and alcohol were his thing

They made him feel like a king

Trouble was his middle name

But he never took the blame

He was always at a party

To school, he was always tardy

With no one there to reinforce

His life remained on the same course

But this setback didn’t stop him

Got more addicted, even quit the gym

He stole his mother’s car

Then drove it to the bar

A fake ID was in his hand

He was hoping he didn’t get banned

The bouncer noticed something unreal

A actual ID was not the deal

But, tried to bribe him with cash

The police were called, then he dashed

Eventually caught him down the street

He could not walk with those stumbling feet

He was then put in jail

No one there to post his bail

As he waited for his mom to come

He realized he shouldn’t be a bum

Brought him home, he went to his room

She soon followed , carrying her broom

She said he had to clean up his act

He better change his life, that’s a fact

At that moment he changed his life

As he aged, he got a wife

Now he entertains on the daily

Lives his life always acting gaily

Making videos is his favorite job

Changed his life, so he’s not a slob

He realized drugs aren’t the way to go

Just listen to his story, you’ll know

Now his business has made a huge expansion

He even lives in a great big mansion

Hopes someday to have a kid

Now all drugs, he does forbid

These videos helped him turn his life around

Now living happily ever after, safe and sound

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The Judge’s Tale

A group of great friends went out Saturday night

Looking for fun or to get a good fright

They went down to the city where folks bustled about

Where the nightlife would bring them excitement, no doubt

They walked down to the corner of the bad part of town

And when looking for somewhere to go, a bar they found

“ID,” said the man standing there at the door.

Whispered the oldest, who stood at 5’4”,

To his friends standing next to him, eyes filled with fear

“Don’t worry, I got this. I’ll get us some beer”.

A few seconds later he pulled out of his pocket

A license that could win him a spot on the docket

Out of his hand the man took the card

He squinted his eyes and examined it hard.

The boys stood there and waited, not sure he’d accept,

But he handed it back and in the bar they stepped

“How did you do you that? How’d we get in!”

“It’s my brother’s, I stole it. He gave us a win!”

They sat at the bar and had them some drinks

They were gleeful and happy and cheered with some “Clinks”

Then all of a sudden they heard from the streets

A racket and chaos; they rose to their feet.

Outside they ran to see what had happened

When suddenly they felt on their shoulders a tapping

“Down on your knees with your hands in the air!”

They quickly obliged but were awfully scared.

“We didn’t do anything, I promise you sir”

“Well, we’re taking you in, just to be sure”

Down to the station the cops took their prey

They tried them for criminals, then locked them away

“We’re calling your mother’s and letting them pay

To come bail you out and take you away”

“So you’re not gonna charge us? You’re letting us go?”

“Don’t get your hopes up, we still do not know

If you were the ones who committed the crime

Or not. Now it’s all just a matter of time”

About twelve minutes passed, then a witness came in

Claiming she knew where the boys had just been.

“I promise you deputy, they committed no crime

They were just at the bar having such a great time!”

Then all of a sudden the boys suddenly knew

That their lying had got them in deep, deep doo-doo.

“What have we done”, they all thought in their heads

If their mothers found out, they’d surely be dead

And as if on cue, in rushed their moms

Because of their angst, they were nowhere near calm

“Ma’ams”, said the officer, the one taking the lead

“We seem to have quite the tabacle, indeed.”

He explained what had happened, how he’d thought they were thieves,

But soon realized they had something else up there sleeves

Told them, he did, how they’d lied ‘bout their ages

Which brought them to now, the boys locked in their cages.

The mother’s, first frightened, were now all ashamed

That their sons would take part in such foolish a game.

After signing some papers and paying their fine

The boys were let go, but had to give time

They learned a great lesson by lying that day

That one little lie could cause great dismay.

Now, Saturday nights, instead of thrill seeking

This group of boys is stuck inside sweeping.

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The Mom’s Tale

Hastiness arouse in the Williams house

Before, all were asleep like a mouse

Planned for weeks upon days yet no was prepared

It seemed as though no one even cared

Kin of Mary rush to pack

As she grabs a snack

Moaning and groaning begins to roar

Mary yells “get your butts out the door”

With a slam of a door

The Williams were no more

Off they were to the plane-holder

As they drove it got even colder

In the gate, with Ben in mind

Mary and the kids became blind

Despite their fright

They made their flight

London was sighted

The kids were beyond excited

Unloading with great velocity

Yet ahead was immense atrocity

Sights like never before

But more we instore

Off to dinner alas

Food prepared in mass

Adolescent begin to fidget

Now voice levels at double digit

Mary pulled them aside

She said knock it off or it's your backside

Now with a disgraceful look

Mother Mary was shook

Ungrateful children is not how they were raised

Nor were they constantly praised

She rambles on to her adolescent

Now may needing antidepressants

Kids claim her way unsporting

Thought she was unsupporting

But a new day is a new dawn

The cards are drawn

Sight seeing is ahead

Yet the kin want to stay in bed

Dragging them out the hotel by ear

Now the kids were filled with fear

Uncooperative and rambunctious

Mary was now compunctious

Mary thought it was a vacation

But instead they sat in isolation

Behavior was not at its glory

It isn't a good end for the story

With one last day in “The Big Smoke”

Neither of the children spoke

All Mary wanted was a pleasing time

Instead it's was lousy rhyme

Packing bags was a horror

It was as sad as a morner

On the road ready awaiting a cab

Both kids saw a mom and lad

Lad was tugging, pulling at her skirt

His mom whipped around looking hurt

Knelt down and gave the boy a stern talk

He stopped and pouted as they continued to walk

The sight at store was no bore

The sight was so much more

Light Bulbs spark above heads

Both now have dreds

In thought and misbelief they ponder

All because of the kid yonder

They think of what to say to mom

Wanting to tell her about their new phenomenon

Through the air they cruise

in thought they continue to puruse

Landing was there epiphany

Now they see they were the phony

One looks so immature

Though they were given their cure

Avoidance no longer

It was time to become stronger

Apologetic cries to Mary sing

This misbehavior make the kids hearts sting

Commitment to be improved

Mother mary was then truly moved

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I left in a hurry, but there was no need to rush

I just sat there thinking, waiting for a bus

I can’t believe it’s happening, I’m going to London

This trip will be more fun than having to go home again

Missed calls from mom, whatever, she can wait

As I have more important things at stake

One turns into two and two turns into three

How much longer until she lets me be?

I’ve arrived in London, it’s rainy and foggy

This whole setting has me feeling groggy

The chauffeur pulls in to pick me up

His car is old and smells like muck

This hotel is disappointing and poor

Not at all what I thought I’d be standing before

I decided to call mom back

Bombarded with questions I hung up and smoked a pack

Today was the day, my dreams came true

I went to the agency wearing all shades of blue

The stares were horrendous

I could feel my body become mush

My feeling of self confidence dwindled

Seeing everyone else made me feel belittled

I was inferior to the rest

Yet I knew they were the very best

A few months passed and brands were noticing

However my mom's presence was decreasing

It has been a while since we last talked

I wish she was healthy enough to come watch

I knew she was feeling better so I booked her a flight

The next thing I knew, she wasn’t alright

I called and called, each being declined

I had a show in the next few minutes but  all I did was sit down and cry

I wished I hadn’t been so spiteful

I never realized how much I was ungrateful

I left her in the dust and now there’s no going back

She was my rock but I took too long to notice that

It’s been four months since she was diagnosed with Lymphoma

I can’t believe she of all people were taken from us

I miss you more and more each day

I’m truly sorry you weren’t able to stay

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I was eager for London while sitting on the plane,

So I peered at my neck and looked at my chain

I stared briefly at the heart-shaped indent,

I remember Christmas time when it was given as a present

Grandma Sue gave it hoping it would last,

And suddenly I had a flashback to a story told in the past

Sue never ran out of items on her to do list,

She was always tidying up because she couldn't resist

The roaring vacuum was all she ever heard,

She even missed out on her granddaughter’s first word

Her big Italian family loved her to the moon and back,

But they just wanted her to stop and relax

Her recurring cleaning obsession was seen as problematic,

When relatives told her to seek help she was not ecstatic

Everyone knew that Sue needed medication,

But she scolded “NO!” without hesitation

Her daily life consisted of scrubbing dirt off the floor,

And you could never start a conversation without feeling ignored

Once she was in the midst of scouring the stairway,

So she showed up hours late on her son’s wedding day

It was rare to hear Grandma communicate,

Only when she saw the coat closet start to deteriorate

Living with a few of her children was out of order,

With all their crap they began to look like a hoarder

Sue moved out to live on her own,

She was far from chaos and all alone

At age eighty-five she maintained her shape,

Bending down to unpack a box sealed with scotch tape

In the cardboard package lay dozens of old photographs,

Memories of her family included plenty of laughs

A tear splashed on to the family snapshot,

As she realized she missed out on a lot

She calmed and was certain her family was valuable,

Picking up the phone, to tell them she missed them a basketful

Her eyes started to well up as she grabbed a tissue,

Before hanging up she whispered “I love you”

It was crazy how vividly I recalled that story,

I’m grateful I didn’t forget it like Dory

My warm hands reached up and clenched my gold necklace,

It was a reminder to me that life is so precious

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Well, the years have come and go

And over time I've come to know,

That the younger generation

Is filled with desire and procrastination.

All the students had high hopes and dreams

But never had the drive it seems,

To make it against all opposition

And obtain a surgical position.

There was a particular student of mine

Who was always fond of having a good time.

And despite all my efforts, I never could

Sway him into the real world of adulthood,

The student and I first crossed paths

While I was teaching at a hospital in the city of Bath.

My job as my students mentor

Was to prepare them for what's in store,

As your knowledge from Med School

Wont help you keep your cool,

When you control the life

Of the person under your knife.

I`m sorry I got off topic

But now you can finally understand the logic,

Behind the story of the man

Whose fatal flaw he couldn't understand.

As a person he was kind

Searching everywhere to find,

All the things that he desired,

But was always to lazy to acquire.

His work got done, it was never delayed

But when you looked further than what was displayed,

He was large in size

And to my surprise,

He had never seen the inside of a gym

Didn't know how to swim and the milk he drank was surely not skim.

At home on the couch and in bed is where he spends

All of his time, never meeting with family and friends,

While his life wasted away he did nothing to change it

He was in denial not wanting to admit,

That his only motivation was desiring more cash

And to satiate this he worked till he crashed.

In his search for more wealth

Kids would be in bad health,

So he never settled down

To this day still living in the same town.

When the day came for me to say goodbye

My old friend looked as tho he might cry,

He always wanted a better life

Forever suffering from his self strife

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Please lend me your ear,

I’d like to tell a story that may make you shed a tear

On the day she arrived,

Her beauty was no surprise

As her wealth was outrageous,

Chloe’s smile was contagious

The power and privilege,

Gave her a famous image

With parents that famous,

Not many cared that she might be brainless

Spending money was her sport,

And there was not a chance she would fall short

Through the years, spending dime after dime,

It was the only thing that took up her time

Chanel and Versace on every label,

It was plastic surgery that really made her feel stable

Her constant need for attention,

Made having relationships a source of tension

She felt she deserved more than the rest,

Because her life growing up had always been the best

With no friends in sight,

It was only her staff left for her to fight

Lacey was always there to listen to her rant,

However it was Lacey she treated like an ant

Lacey felt small and degraded,

It seemed that no matter what she did, her boss was always aggravated

Until that day when she’d had enough,

She walked out on Chloe in a huff

Taken by by surprise,

Chloe felt tears well up in her eyes

This emotion was new,

She didn’t know what to do

With no response from reaching out,

She was unsure if their “friendship” would ever work out

At first she thought she could buy her attention,

But soon realized their relationship needed a new dimension

Chloe decides to write a letter,

After realizing her attitude towards Lacey could have been better

She sat at her desk and wrote it quickly,

But on the drive to Lacey’s she felt quite sickly

The limousine then ran into some traffic,

Then she looked to her right and saw something tragic

It was Lacey’s white car smashed into pieces,

And suddenly Chloe’s heartbeat increases

From that day on she was nice to everyone,

She would never again attack anyone with her words like a loaded gun

She knew that entitlement was not a pretty trait,

And there was no reason for undeserved hate

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He was born a refugee in poverty,

Looking to win the lottery.

Though lacking any blue collar skills,

He still found ways to get bank bills.

His whole life he thought was a disgrace,

Always feeling out of place.

He focused on getting a job,

So he wasn't part of the mob.

All he wanted was a friend,

He'd search till day’s end.

His wife left him everyday,

Because he didn't get pay.

She wanted to get rid of him,

As their life together was grim.

Both just wanted to go,

So he went solo.

He could now follow his dreams,

Without her questioning his schemes.

Tried to find people to go on his journey,

Even asking an attorney.

Was determined to find more,

This turned into a great chore.

He finally found a few men,

All they asked was when.

So they packed up all their supplies,

Some of them had tears in their eyes.

He was surprised everyone did come,

But he was focused on the outcome.

They started their expeditions,

All on different missions.

On the way there they told stories,

All splitting society into categories.

The immigrant told his tale,

Feeling like a great fail.

He explained his hardships,

But everyone was using their lips.

So when they came to London he thought it would be reversed,

But the people there seemed to think he was cursed.

Thought he would be praised for his encounters,

But he was seen as one of the downers.

He tried his hardest to clear his name,

Not taking any of the blame.

They saw him as a bomber,

So he tried to become calmer.

Now people think he is alright,

To Mohammed’s delight.

He has become a laborer,

Actually he was a caterer.

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Detective Pilgrimage Tale

Frank used to be a detective, a well known one too,

But now, years later, he has nothing to do.

Frank’s life used to be great, with his wife and his dog,

He loved his job and he even used to go on a daily jog.

Now he sits alone on his couch, eating swiss rolls and watching television,

The only thing left to do was look at his old cases with precision.

Frank wondered where he had gone wrong,

What had he done to make him out of work for so long.

Now, the only thing on Frank’s mind, was a story from a long time,

His mother told him this rhyme, about a boy during christmastime. The boy had been poor, and had never gotten gifts from Santa Claus,

He had a rough childhood and money was always the cause.

One day the boy realized that money wouldn’t get him far,

And from that day on, he told himself he would have to work hard.

20 years later, the boy is a rich doctor,

His mom lives with him, and his life choices really shocked her.

The boy then decided that he would buy presents for the poor,

So little kids would have to go through those hardships, no more.

Now, the boy dedicates his life helping others,

He loves his job and he finally can see things in different colors.

Frank plopped out of his chair and went outside to take a walk,

After years of no work, he was finally ready to become the next Sherlock.

He had stopped for a donut, when he saw out of the corner of his eye,

A mask and a money bag, followed by a bad guy.

This was the day, that Frank's life would be turned around,

His body filled with excitement and his heart began to pound.

Three days later, and the robber was in jail,

Frank had caught him red-handed and got a letter in the mail.

Frank became the head detective, and had lost a couple pounds,

London considered him a hero, and he was known in many towns.

Frank’s heart was no longer broken from his ex and his job,

He was happy and slim all thanks to the guy who robbed.

Frank had been heartbroken for so long, that he didn't even realize,

That his life could be so much better if he just opened his eyes.

The only way to happiness, is if you make the changes yourself,

Instead of sitting around in pity, feeling sorry for himself.

Frank had met a nice lady, and loved her with all his heart,

Today was the day he would propose, and his new life would start.

After many years of sadness, Frank can finally see,

That after the bad days, comes good ones, when you can finally be happy

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A little blonde girl with a huge voice

Was one day stuck on a life-altering choice

Should she go to Hollywood and be a star?

Or be a kid in line at the snackbar?

She had great friends and family too,

Keeping Sadie happy was their job to do

Smart and skilled were traits she possessed

Boys from all over often drooled and obsessed

The decision was made and the flight took off

Her only fear was coming down with a whooping cough

Once she arrived, the nerves came around,

Mom and dad were now just figures in the background

All alone, laying in bed,

Trying to remember the kind words her dad said

He said “Do not worry, you’re already the best,

But now God is putting you up to the test”

Two months later and her first album dropped

Communication with her friends immediately stopped

Why talk to losers when she’s on the top?

They can clean her mansion with a mop.

Sold out concerts and a huge world tour

A beautiful voice so sweet and so pure

Fame and money was all that was in sight

She danced around in clothes that were a bit too tight

New friends all party and legally drink,

While she’s sixteen and in the clink

Taking shots and smoking weed seemed like fun

Little did she know it’d affect her in the long run.

Her new “friends” left her to fend for herself in jail,

Using the ignorant excuse that they couldn’t afford bail.

Career now over and alone in a cell,

Sadie wished she was home hearing the loud school bell.

Relieved is what she felt when she was let out

Her mom came to get her and didn’t even shout.

Disappointment drew over her wrinkled face

Stress had been eating at her at a constant, slow pace

On the flight home it was very silent,

Until two boys got rowdy and scary violent

She layed on her bed and pet the cat

Praying her parents wouldn’t find her tramp stamp tat.

Back to school and a normal routine

High school was the place for an every day teen.

Lunch was lonely, so she sat alone,

Munching on a vanilla ice cream cone.

Her friends did not acknowledge her or say hello

Instead they walked past and put on a show.

Sadie was now the one stuck on the bottom,

Hoping that everything would change by next autumn.

Don’t take what you value for granted,

Unless you want your life to seem all crooked and slanted.

Appreciate the little things and just be happy

Life is too short to be mean and snappy.

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There once was a man and a woman,

They had known each other since they were children.

They soon were wed,

It seemed they would love each other until they were dead.

That soon all changed

As he began to act estranged.

If dinner wasn't on the table,

She’d have to take out the old makeup label.

Every once and awhile he would give her a good hit.

But she was annoying and basically asking for it.

So I... I mean he divorced the old bat,

And his reasoning “she's too ugly, old, and fat”.

He was finally free,

And was happy as can be.

Girls came in and out his door,

As he laid passed out on the floor.

Eventually, he found the woman of his dreams,

The perfect angel or so it seems.

Money was all she cared about,

And he slowly began to doubt.

If she didn’t get that Birkin,

He was sure to get a hurtin’.

Soon enough it seemed he wasn’t the only one,

He was no longer was having any fun.

He didn’t understand,

All he did was try to make her life grand.

She didn't love him,

Soon their situation began looking grim.

But she couldn’t lose his wealth,

So she began to play with his health.

She devised a plan so she wouldn’t be to blame,

All a sudden his food didn’t quite taste the same.

One morning she successfully completed her plan,

But, the cops caught her when she ran.

She was prosecuted,

And soon will be executed.

People kept asking the same question “what did you do it for”,

So she answered with a phrase you have heard before.

“I killed the old rat”,

“Why? Because he was too ugly, old, and fat”.

So the next time you get heated,

Remember treat others the way you want to be treated.

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From his beginning years he had the least

Before he could even remember he dreamed of having a big feast

The mama’s boy was always shy

His one true treat was her famous Mincemeat pies

He had cheap, plastic and silver circular glasses

And he would always get made fun of in his pre-k classes

He would say to himself “I’ll show you someday”

Though just out of diapers and he had nothing else to say

As this young man grew, he would wear the cheapest of clothing

It did not dim his intensity, it was almost as if from within he was glowing

He was quiet and humble and always the smartest

And never did he complain that he had to work the hardest

This young man wanted to become wealthy

So he started to exercise both his mind and body to become healthy

When he got out of school, he wanted to become a business owner

He had ideas but was a loner

He started and was determined

Though his bank account on the other hand was uncertain

He had nothing and no one to help him

So he went out to find friends and started at an unlikely place, the gym

The first friend he made was a man called Billy Joe

He was the funniest and a very good fellow

Billy remembered what it was like to have nothing and be a newcomer

And he knew with a little of his help he could be a wonder

Billy, the young billionaire, helped for a number of times

Which helped the young man to start his designs

Once the first vehicle was released

It was a success and an enormous masterpiece

Then with the second model, he knew he could fulfill his promise

He started to see an increase in his profits and it was hard to find a doubting Thomas

Within another five years

He was living in a luxury wonderland with loads of cheers

He was just living a dream that he never thought was possible

Sitting on his yacht in the Pacific, reading the local chronicle

The man had learned to be a greedy one and wanted all the money

So did “his friends” and this quickly became annoying just like bees swarming honey

Even though he has a lot of money he knew it wasn’t making him happy so it was time to share

He wanted to help others in need and especially the ones who need care

Plus now he knows what it means to work hard

It lead to him obtaining a massive,beautiful, lavish yard

He also knows what is the most important and what you have to do

You don’t worry about the money, you just be you

So now with his design automotive job still growing

He wants to help people who want to be smart, hard-working and outgoing

So now you see that how this young man got his gold

And now you all know how his story is told

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There was a man I once knew with nothing at all,

Not a parent to love him, there was no one to call.

Remained in the dark, alone in his bed,

With no one around, but the voices in his head.

As he tried to speak, there was no reply,

People would walk away, without a goodbye.

With years of emptiness, he went a bit insane,

Just one friend he wished he could gain.

Longing for attention and for others to realize,

He decided to give some persuasion to open their eyes.

All of those days sitting alone,

Led to this man to go bad to the bone.

He went to a bank late in the night,

Against the people inside, he sure put up a fight.

He knocked out the men and took all the cash.

The workers fled to the door in less than a flash.

The sirens went off and the cops on their way,

But he didn’t leave, he decided to stay.

As the cops arrived, he put his hands in the air,

While being cuffed, a smile was there.

Thrilled to know the news was out,

People knew who he was, there was no doubt.

All he cared, was that they knew his name,

Although the gossip was brutal, he liked the fame.

Lonely in his cell with nothing but thoughts,

He began to untangle all of the knots.

Soon it was realized, what he did wasn’t right,

Even if it meant he’d still be out of sight.

Later his time was up and he traveled back home,

But the punishment remained, as he had nowhere to roam.

Wherever he went, there was no cheer,

As he passed by children, they ran with fear.

Each day passes, where he wishes to explain,

But every person he comes across just walks away, again.

Now , like before, he has no plan,

Remaining a cold, sad, lonely man.

Maybe hate was worse than alone,

Maybe he should have just remained unknown.

Knowing because of him, people lived in fear,

Perhaps it be better if he'd just disappear.

Years that went on were not what he thought,

He was beginning to hope he’d never been caught.

Now with his days out of the cell,

He has nothing but this twisted tale to tell.

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This is a tale unlike the rest.

About a life that wasn’t the best.

Now gather around and pop a squat.

Because this tale isn’t told a lot.

Let’s start from the beginning shall we say,

On a cold cold October Day.

A bright future she seemed to have,

Until the day it all went bad.

For years and years she struggled alone,

In school, in public, even at home.

As time flew by and she got older,

She began to give everyone the cold shoulder.

Until the day he came long

And everything didn’t seem so wrong.

He changed her outlook on her life,

And she realized maybe things go could right.

Her life had never been this great,

Although she had a lot on her plate.

The day that she was told the news,

Was the day that her life turned back to blue.

He was leaving to continue his life,

And she had felt stabbed by a knife.

He said that they would always be friends,

Nothing would ever separate them.

And this was true throughout the years,

Closer and closer they appeared.

But in her heart there was a hole,

Of the one who she couldn’t let go.

Later on in her life,

She grabbed her things and made a right.

Down the street and out of the town,

Hoping to never be found.

Constantly moving and never settled,

Taking nothing but her kettle.

She didn’t want to be tied down,

To a boring, no good, washed out town.

Realizing that nothing had ever gone her way,

Nothing made her want to stay.

Everyone close to her had left,

Another year, home, and nothing yet.

Boxes and trailers, another move.

Off to start something new.

When the box in her arms came tumbling down,

Landing with a crash on the ground.

She bent down to pick up the mess,

When all of the sudden the weight became less.

Her icy blue eyes met another pair of orbs,

And none of her worries were there no more.

For when she looked into those eyes,

All she could feel was surprise.

Her other half who kept her alive,

Was staring back at her demise.

For in that moment what she learned,

was that what you wants needs to be earned.

And on that day a lesson was taught,

with a lesson she had been needing a lot.

If you love something let it go,

Just take it and give it a throw.

If it comes back it was meant to be,

If it doesn’t, it didn’t agree.

And this concludes the end of our tale,

I’m very glad you didn’t bail.

I hope you learned a little bit,

From the girl who went through all of it.

A girl who’s life is figured out,

And set in stone without a doubt.

This moral wasn’t just a story,

But a life perceived in all its glory.

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All of you, shut up, and let me tell my tale

It’s about my dear Pop and his brush in jail

He was a young man, who had just married a fine lass

Put unbenounced to him, the good times would pass

He came home one night, he was late because of work

The poor old man used to work as a store clerk

His beautiful bride was at the desktop

She was buying up trinkets and jewelry non-stop

When he asked his girl what she was doing this eve

She simply replied, “I’m taking my leave”

My father fell into a state of depression

Making all his values come into question

He took a leave of absence from my brother and I

And traveled all over from New York to Shanghai

After he returned, he looked to his past

And he soon found that relationships did not last

He fell into work, not giving us time

Saving every penny, nickle, and dime

He became obsessed with money and greed

Because, after all, what more does he need

He realized his mistake when he was old and grey

So he “helped” my brother and I in another way

He used money as a substitute for a father

His business was well, so why even bother

My brother and I, we took to the streets

We both learned young how to be deadbeats

Michel, my bro, he sold drugs

Sadly to say, his demise was thugs

I vowed not to ever do crime

So the corporate ladder, instead, I climbed

I started out honest, unlike my dad

However, sadly, I quickly turned bad

I robbed, stole, and bankrupted folks

My kind reputation became quickly a hoax

My Pa was proud of what I’d become

I far surpassed my brother’s scum

So heed my warning before it’s too late

Don’t always trust what you believe to be fate

I wish I was kind and fair and just

But alas, I have given into lust

The moral of this story, if you were taking notes

Is always pay attention to the ones you love most

If not, you will turn out like my father and me

And be miserable, rich and busy as a bee

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In the year 2000, a man was feeling ill

He went to the doctor,the pain could not be fixed with a pill

The disease was cancer

Months of chemo, the man could not be a dancer

His hair fell out, but many brought flowers

It was soon that he could no longer get in the shower

Friends and family got together

Raising money for their loved one, no matter the weather

After years and years of pain and praying to the gods

The miraculous man had beaten the odds

He was left with enough money to pay the bills and more

The rest of his healthy life had so much fun in store

One of the man’s friends by the name of Paul

Had always been greedy, never pleased at all

Knowing his name was in the will,

He hoped and hoped the cancer would kill

But after seeing the money and love pile in

It was then that his mind began to spin

Coming from family with no love

It was no surprise he would not rise above

He would give himself a disease that had the potential to hurt

Something that felt the opposite of dessert

Just to have the love and support and money that came along

Little did he know his plan would go wrong

Paul flew to a foreign country to get a cheaper price

Although he still paid a good amount for something not nice

As soon as he got home he needed doctors and meds

The pain was rushing to areas larger than his head

But he saw his friend survive, so would he

The doctors had told him this would not be

As soon as he could, he called everyone he knew

When they got to the hospital his face was already blue

He told his friends, don’t worry I’ll be fine

Just raise me some money, so I can pay my bills on time

So his friends did just that, got together as one

Everyone believed his life was not done

Arriving back at the hospital, money in hand

The doctors revealed their friends organs had already been canned

Their friend had died, poor as could be

The reason why, they could not see

Perhaps if Paul did not have a heart of greed

He wouldn’t have put himself through pain he did not need

So his plan backfired

He remains poor, with a life retired

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A spoiled teen was born in June

During a full moon

Dean’s parents were never around

But who cares when he has Nanny Browne

All through school everyone knew his name

As they cheered for him at his big soccer game

His girlfriend was always the loudest

Though she wasn’t always the proudest

Her name was Rebecca which everyone knew

Due to always having company in her room

Dean brought her on dates all around town

But his smile was never bigger than a frown

If you ever were with them out of school

You knew they were as happy as a mule

She was only there for the money

So she continued to call him honey

As the years went by Dean started to cry

But he knew he needed his eyes to dry

Nobody can know how he feels

Even though sometimes he skips his meals

Soon high school ended and he was at graduation

Dean realized he deserved a vacation

He wants to be able to stop acting

In a place where he won’t be distracting

He practically sprints to one of his dad's restaurants

Already knowing he’ll get what he wants

After an hour or two he’s waiting in first class

Trying to ignore Rebecca’s sass

She acts like she doesn’t understand

Knowing full well this has been planned

Once on the plane he starts to feel free

Especially when he meets his seat buddy Bri

A couple weeks later down in the night

Sat a couple having a fight

Due to Dean thinking he had to act to impress

Which led to a very big mess

She looked him straight in the eyes

Because he was yelling lies

She told him that he doesn’t need to fake

Just be himself and stop acting like a snake

Soon he returned home with Bri on his arm

His dad said he looked like he went to a farm

That he’s dressing middle class

And that just won’t pass

He started explaining that Dean has a reputation

When Bri cut in saying it’s not an obligation

Finally Dean decided to leave and not come back

With his Dad shouting to go live in a shack