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Divorce Bard

Divorce Bard
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pretty how town, USA
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February 13
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While the ashes of marriage #2 were cooling, I began a journal here in verse, to keep myself out of trouble. So far so good, and one day at a time. I took a hiatus this past January, and I missed it terribly. Writing daily had changed the way I think - not my opinions, but the process of thinking itself. So here I am back again, and hungry. I began with three rules: (1) Iambic pentameter, (2) Perfect rhyme, and (3) It had to be true (no hyperbole). I hereby amend rule number 3: If I'm writing about myself, yes, it has to be true. But it doesn't, if I want to tell a story.

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MARCH 4, 2010 11:36PM

Parking Ticket. Tuesday Feb 9, 2010

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I went to town to pay a parking ticket.
The fine went up -- it's dearer than I thought.
And though I'd like to tell them where to stick it,
You gotta pay the thing when you been caught.
These penny-ante, twenty-dollar traps
Are nipping at my heels as I recover,
And parking is a floating game of craps,
As anyone who lives here will discover.
Death by a thousand cuts begins with this:
A parking ticket, traffic lights, or speeding;
A day's recovery, a moment's bliss,
Undone completely by a meter reading.
They take my money cheerfully in town.
No need for being cross - they've heard it all.
And I just watch my savings tumble down,
And think about my life Before The Fall.
Though money's impotent to purchase gladness,
It might pay down some bit of fear or sadness.

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