The day you told me you didn't want to be my friend
was really the day I should have let this all end. How could I not know? ... How could I not see? That was the only time you were truly honest with me. by Cheryl Duggan January 16th, 2015
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I have shut the door on yesterday
and thrown away the key I found out what I truly need That ingredient is ME! by Cheryl Duggan September 12th, 2014 Sorry I can't come out tonight.
My schedule is a bit of a fright. Looking forward to next time though If I don't make it then you can put me on Death Row. by Cheryl Duggan August 28th, 2014 Words dripping from my brain.
A laxative that flows ... through my system like a drain. No need to move. No need to wipe ... until everything is somehow solid again. by Cheryl Duggan August 20th, 2014 There could never be a romantic trip for us
by plane, train, limousine or bus Because you took a trip to a Niagara Falls hotel room with someone who would be better suited to riding a broom No explanation sits comfortably with me If the tables were turned how pissed would you be You can reduce, reuse and recycle a lot of things But not the heart break and head ache that remembering brings You were suppose to be at your dads cabin Instead you treated us like a comedy ... a laugh in. You weren't even honest about it ... you wouldn't reveal It took me six months but I figured out the real deal Thank you for being diligent about keeping the receipt Otherwise I would still be oblivious to the depth of deceit I am grateful to be able to resign from the position I prefer a life without your betrayal and my superstition. There are people in my life that need me more than you I have done everything I could I have paid my due I hope you are ready for what your future will hold The pain and agony you have caused me will be returned ten-fold I hope you are happy with the investment you have made cuz Karma's a bitch when she wants to be repaid You suffer from a poverty of mind body and soul You really need to find a way to get your life under control by Cheryl Duggan April 24th, 2014 If you can't afford to live
You certainly can't afford to die. The plot, the box, the limo, the cross No wonder all the living can do is cry! by Cheryl Duggan May 10th, 2013 Chef Ramsey kicked you outta his kitchen
I don’t wanna hear any more of you bitchin! All those food allergies they got you itchin’ Wishin' you had more than a pot to put fish in. Oh my gosh you got a Bounty on your head With the Dog after you you’re better off dead It doesn’t matter what you did or said You end up in a cell with a toilet, sink and bed Reality TV it’s just for show It doesn’t really matter what you do or don’t know The more you weep, the more they sow It’s only for the bloody ratings ya know Is that Donald the Trump callin your name He’s callin you out to see if you got game Seeing how badly you want the fortune and fame Never mind, forget it, he thinks your too lame! Be thankful Big Brothers not over your shoulder Others in the Jury House getting colder HOH has made you that much bolder But the real power goes to the Veto holder Reality TV it’s just for show It doesn’t really matter what you do or don’t know The more you weep, the more they sow It’s only for the bloody ratings ya know by Cheryl Duggan May 4th, 2013 (Original Publication Date) I’m going back in to lay down for a bit
My brain and body feel like shit I can’t pinpoint what is wrong I just don’t feel all that strong My head is heavy my heart is hollow It’s almost more than I can swallow I don’t know how I’m suppose to relax When the doctors won’t consider all the facts by Cheryl Duggan May 3, 2013 It wasn't the gout
He should have been worried about It was the crack and booze With his inability to eat And his inability to snooze The first sign that he should retire Was his constant propensity to perspire The second sign that he should refrain Was the swollen ankle that looked in grave pain Maybe he's waiting for the third sign to quit When his whole body decides that's enough And throws a big fit. It wasn't the gout He should have been worried about It was the booze and crack What do you think about that? It doesn't matter ... He doesn't care. Tomorrow it'll be like he wasn't even there. by Cheryl Duggan May 3, 2013 (Original Publication Date) Thanksgiving is a bountiful feast.
With way too many delectible treats. Dinner platters swimming in gravy. Eating more than enough for the whole damn navy. This feast could cost over a $100 for one day. That's not too high of a price to pay. But what about those who are down on their luck Without so much as a turkey toe to pluck? For people on O W and O D S P Celebrating with their families is where they’d like to be. Instead they stay home alone, socially isolated Being scorned, ridiculed and otherwise hated. Where is the dignity in scheduling their lives Around food banks, soup kitchens, and dumpster dives? It is disgusting that there is healthy food galore With nothing but charity and leftovers for the poor. Poverty reduction is not child's play. Never mind what the government is willing to say. Forming a strategy around wee children Using them to build a political platform on They know about the cycle of poverty That it is chronic, pervasive and hereditary. You need to start with the adults If you seriously expect to get results. Another $100 a month would make a huge difference To O W and O D S P recipients. It's high time you DO THE MATH People on assistance can’t afford to take a bath. Whoever defined the current rates based on needs Has left the system open to too many discretionary deeds, Like ignoring people's basic human rights. Addressing them would greatly relieve their plights. Let's give everyone the opportunity To enjoy some stuffing and Thanksgiving turkey. A Social Assistance Review is mandatory To change the outcome of this thankless story. By Cheryl Duggan October 11th, 2009 |