The Mr. Goodbar
In a mixed bag of chocolates
I saw him and hoped, from afar
he was not ashamed to be
the Mr. Goodbar
In this home, he has probably
always been chosen last
in a game of grabbing
by a sweet-toothed family
I saw him and I realized
I had no idea who was—
never knew his chocolate;
never tasted his peanuts
After careful consideration,
I decided he was The Best
The man always standing
whilst the others digest
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Words
You know what I think:
The words that we say
could very well be shot
back to us one day
Do I think about
tomorrow?
Life’s little invoices do
tend to arrive after
the make-or-break
moments—
have passed us by
I need to try to make
each and every word
I can consciously say
feel good both now
and even after
today
Z
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