I found myself unbiddingly, frequently, checking the time and thinking I must phone and check in with Spod. Or I would hear something and think 'I must tell Bill this'…then remember. Its like a constant little sharp poke in the heart. I have basically spent the last couple of years making sure he takes his medicine, eats enough, doesn't kill us driving, hasn't fallen over somewhere, do up his shoes, help him put on his socks, gets the timer set on the tv at night, has a shower now and then, shave his head occasionally and on and on….So now what? That pretty much took up my time and if anybody suggests a hobby I will have to kill them. Okay enough of this poor me crap and on to horrible poetry. Sigh. The word he gave me this time was hypocrite. Sorry.
no 4 sept 28 word: hypocrite
Honestly
oh my goodness, just to be free
to live a life, accountable to only me
morals and ethics, my mouth will preach
but by my actions you will surely see
practice what you preach? not for I
that old cliche does not apply to me
Oh so seriously my children I lead
not by example, but by what I speak
The ten commandments are on the tip of my tongue
ready to parlay to my gullible young
but when its time to create my own day
I do as I like and I like to play
So, in the interest of moral absolute truth
something I value from toe to tooth
I will be the first one to readily admit
I am nothing more than a lowly hypocrite.
TTYL
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