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brick-and-mortar, charity, Cupid, cynicism, faith, fighting, Halloween, hatred, heart, hope, ideal, internet, love, Phantom of the Opera, sleepy, spell, Target, Till death do us part, tired, walls, Walmart
Once upon a time,
In a land, by many,
Purposely ignored,
There lived a man
With a wuthered heart—
He had lived with someone
For more than thirty years,
For as many, maybe, as before
There was a Walmart.
They fought and fought
And fought some more.
They fought so long
And built such walls
That they no longer knew otherwise—
The man no longer
Believed in love.
It became merely an ideal,
Or the image of a Phantom Of The Opera
Halloween disguise.
He became so tired, so
Tired, and sleepy, so
Sleepy, as if under a spell—
He became cynical, so
Much so that his stored-up
Hatred, he could not quell.
He hated the world.
He hated most all.
He hated his someone.
He hated himself.—
Yet, he lived on with that someone
As if under a spell.
He lived on and on,
Setting love further and further
Back on the shelf.
“Who cast the spells?” he asked
What did he do?
Walmart and Target sold everything
Was a cure to be found there—
No, sadly, and no again.
There was no cure in any
Brick-and-mortar or internet store.
There was no cure, he believed,
From religion, or even Cupid.
There was no cure anywhere.
So, he resolved himself to carry on.
He resolved that there was hope in that.
He didn’t care that in a land,
By many, purposely ignored, he would
Live under the spells
“Till death did us part.”—
He believed in hope.
It was an ideal he could
Get his wuthered heart around.
He believed in hope and
Disdained Cupid’s dart.
Once upon a time
In a land, by many,
Purposely ignored,
There lived a man
With a wuthered heart—
He lived with hope,
And faith and charity.
He had lost his belief in love,
And from his someone,
He resolved not to part.
by S.A. Bort / 11 June 2016
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