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waiting for it

platitudes, ah platitudes. . .
paucity of penury

when not enough
is too much

non-existent forgiveness
lines road to somewhere

all signs point
to

pot of gold --
more than wrong

clandestine advertiser's slick
fleece fools

waiting in line for it
anticipation is killing them

hyperbole notwithstanding
they wait and wait.

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Free verse
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Miles of Smiles. (Notwithstanding)

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Thank you, Shirley~~!

Vcitor

"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."

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this is one of those little poems that I have to read several times because so much is packed in so little words.
I agree with Lonnie, I can feel distinct irony running through each word.
I think one of the most difficult things in poetry is finding that place where what is written is so much more than just the words and lines.
This to me is a good example of that quality found.
An excellent write.

Respectfully, Jim

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Thank you, Jim.

Irony, you bet!!

Victor

"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."

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