A dishonest man

Whether brazen or bold he just couldn’t see
The result of his actions, the casualty
He found snags like a magnet without any fear
He let it roll of his shoulders never shedding a tear
The stopgap type changes he so willingly made
Were espousal techniques, repetitions to trade
Without any fears to stop him dead in his tracks
Made his old, nosy neighbors turn their crookedly backs
He had enough money, kept an account that he sees
As a way of avoiding all those included fees
So now that it’s known that he had no real clue
He got what was coming, what they say he was due. 

©2023 CBialczak Poetry

brazen https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/04/fowc-with-fandango-brazen/
repetition https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2023/01/04/repetition/
casualty https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/01/04/casualty/
magnet https://chellebcom2.wordpress.com/2023/01/04/todays-prompt-magnet/
change, account, fees https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/04/three-things-challenge-m198/
espousal https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2023/01/03/your-daily-word-prompt-espousal-ydwordprompt-january-3-2023/
stop-gap https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/01/04/wednesday-stop-gap/
nosy https://heartlandenglishwordoftheday.wordpress.com/

Fandango’s Provocative Question #197

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In your interpersonal relationships with acquaintances, friends, and family, are you able to separate political ideologies from the people who hold them? Why or why not?

I have a few friends who are clearly Trump supporters and in that case, I don’t ever get into a conversation about anything political. If someone brings it up then I will say “haha, we shouldn’t have this conversation because we definitely don’t agree”. Why not just say it straight out. If someone doesn’t want to be my friend or something then oh, well.

Simply Six Minutes: A Liminal Space…

John isn’t liking the stroll down this hallway!

The Sound of One Hand Typing

I think of vacant places like this as liminal spaces. It’s not really a place to be, it’s a place I have to pass through to get where I want to go. I’ve stepped out of one of the rooms, either the one on the right or the left, and I want to go to the room down the hall. Maybe opening the door at the end of the hall puts me in the vestibule of this building, where the exits are, or maybe it’s an empty office, or a classroom, or a storeroom. I don’t know what it is until I walk there and look for myself.

Or maybe if I look either side of the door, there are doors for the men’s and ladies’ rooms. Only way I’ll find out is by walking down there.

There’s something unsettling about this. It’s not the dip in the floor, or…

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