From Poets and Storytellers United:
“Today is the first of the month. According to an old wives’ tale, now is the perfect time to improve your luck for the next thirty days. Just be sure that “rabbit, rabbit” is the first thing you say when waking up on the first of the month.”
So, for Writer’s Pantry #9 I humbly offer the following:
Yeah, Right
Gesundheit, she said
but he knew she didn’t mean it.
He knew she couldn’t care less
if he sneezed himself to death.
Mmmm…delicious he told her
knowing he’d have to clean his plate
while figuring out how to
politely refuse a second helping.
So many things we say
are only things we say
because our mothers said to say them
and not because we care.
Go ahead; read the paper.
Try to find some happy news.
No luck? Sorry to hear that.
My thoughts and prayers are with you.
You managed to give all those false statements live… down to the chilling last… platitudes kill
what can I say….
I love your cynicism this morning!
Got me thinking. Great ending.
I love the attitude in this one, Ron!💝
Falsity on our lips.. in our homes. I get this👍🏽
Your poem is priceless!! So much truth there. Seems there used to be little white lies, and now there are just plain lies!!
Loved this. As I often say: there’s only one truth. There isn’t one.
Happy news seem to have gone extinct.
Oh dear! I think it’s a really bad sign that your last line got a cynical guffaw out of me before I could self-censor.
Ve-r-r-r-y thought provoking. It makes me wonder about much of what I say … which is rather off-putting to contemplate, since I disagreed with a lot of things Mom said.
Where would the world be without cynics like us? I was told once it would be a happier place but how could that be? Fight the good fight, Ron. Cheers!
and I live in the epicenter of “Bless Your Heart” 🙂