A PIECE OF MY LIFE
I’ve been with a
multitude of men in my life,
In retrospect they’ve
brought me nothing but strife.
I tried more than
once to make that dance last,
But in the end they
were part of my past.
I didn’t learn much
from any of them.
I already knew more
than most of those men
And not one turned out to be a “Gem.”
A football player, an
Army Vet, a finance banker I’ll never forget,
Some had money, some
had fame,
Most simply wanted to
play loves game.
Some were uneducated,
And some were hippie
related.
I loved a couple of
them and they loved me back,
But mostly just
wanted to hop in the sack.
Men have an
“Extension” if you get what I mean,
But most have no
pension, that would make me glean.
They walk a good
walk,
And they talk a good
talk.
After the sack, they
slither away in the grass,
Which pretty much
makes them a total ass.
I had one or two I
could sincerely call kind.
But those two didn’t
have much of a mind!
There were no
mansions in my life,
I never found one as
funny as Matt Rife.
My sense of humor
called in the same,
Yet none of them had
it, and that was a shame.
Most straddled their
women like they do a Harley,
They would finish the
"job,” but only barely.
What can I say, I’ve
lost my respect.
For most of them are
nothing but a wreck.
They’ve given me
children then ran away,
Not a damn one of
them felt they should stay,
Like snakes in the
grass, they slithered away.
That’s not to say
that all were bad,
But it does leave
little to yearn and that’s pretty sad.
I see fat ugly women
with big diamond rings,
Where did I go wrong? I don’t have all that bling.
Most would agree this
world ain’t easy.
Watch out for the
sheep dressed in sleazy.
They are hiding in
the bushes and in the cracks,
They are evil spirits
who leave their tracks
They'll put a knife in
your heart and tracks on your soul,
Keep your mind and
eyes open and take no black coal.
They will destroy you, if you close your eyes,
Never allow them to
cause your demise.
Walk taller, laugh
harder, and make more money.
So, you won’t stray
if’n they call you honey.
Needless to say, I
have made my own way,
Not without troubles,
but I’m happy anyway.
I love the song, “Is
That All There Is,”
But I’ll keep dancing,
even if it is.
As you can see, I
make silly rhymes,
I’m happy writing
novels and stories of life’s times.
I’m on TikTok,
YouTube, and have lots of money.
I dare anymore
strange men to call me honey!
If you come near me,
I require BLING….
Bling of the heart
and bling in your soul,
But more importantly,
you must be whole!
So, as you can see by
what I have written,
I’ve caused myself
trouble when becoming smitten.
And if I’m meant to
be alone,
Please write on my
Tombstone.
“Here lay a woman who
made it on her own.”
Julianna Rowe – 2024
