The Catfish
There are things to learn to be a catfish
To avoid looking like a fool
One is the use of proper English
No doubt do your pictures astonish
Bare bronze skin to make men drool
There are things to learn to be a catfish
Your background info is all gibberish
Saying you went to an Ivy League school
Without the use of proper English
I find your diction very childish
Repeating overused terms like “cool”
There are things to learn to be a catfish
Your clothes in the photos are stylish
But you seem to know no social rule
Or the use of proper English
You’re a scammer with an unfulfilled wish
Your strategies as crude as they are cruel
There are things to learn to be a catfish
One is the use of proper English
A New Year's Reflection (a Villanelle)
The year has begun with gloom,
my smile fallen to the floor,
to be swept away with a broom.
I feel a momentary peace, and then boom,
my fears enter through the door.
The year has begun with gloom.
I pace back and forth in my room,
pondering what God made me for,
to be swept away with a broom.
My anxiety is in such full bloom,
that I can't stand it anymore.
The year has begun with gloom.
There were days before all this doom,
memories stored inside a drawer,
to be swept away with a broom.
I know I ought to go look for a groom,
but sorrow keeps gnawing at my core.
The year has begun with gloom,
to be swept away with a broom.
Previously published in Medusa's Kitchen 2023
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