Implausible Reality

shop girl

The shop girl turned the sign,

Left the stage,

Twisted up with anger and rage.

The customers never came to buy,

All the goods, the tricked up lie.

Implausible reality stepped in

With a wicked walk and grin.

You see my dear you oversold,

Strident instead of bold.

Such strange things you tried to sell.

Every time you rang that bell,

The customers laughed and smirked

and the harder you worked

the harder they chuckled

Until your Implausible reality buckled

and sent you to hell.

Turn out the lights, clear yourself out

All the customers have no doubt

You have lost your mind

Forgot to find

The key that locked the door.

 

Wishful thinking

Looks like my stalker would like to see my blog gone. Sorry to disappoint but WP has not removed it. Unlike some people, I have a life that sometimes gets in the way of writing blogs. If you have nothing to do but harass others and denigrate others I guess this is all you have. Sorry to inform you my blog has not been removed it is very much alive. Maybe your blog should find something more interesting than me to discuss.

Stop making such an ass of yourself.

donkey's ass

 

Shattered mind

Her break with reality is complete

Her mind has met defeat.

She skitters to and fro

Nowhere to go

But down and down

Into the abyss

Where all is amiss.

Shattered mind, empty soul

Destroys her role

As lover so divine

Vixen so sublime.

You see she looked too close

Saw the future as it arose

Around her

Inside her

To bind her

To her shattered mind.

Evil

Evil lurks

It twists and bends

Spreads hatred and misery

Cloaks itself like close friends

Reveals itself in history.

The Ides of March march on

and the evil reveals

Launches itself

on souls and steals

All goodness and light

Lives in spite and terror

Can’t look into the mirror

Or it will be destroyed

by its’ own black soul.

 

 

Welcome little spy

get smart phone

You think I don’t see you?

You think I am naive.

Slinking around on your belly

while your curiosity you relieve

Say hello to your little friends

I know they are here too.

I know you see

By the things that you do.

You are silly and strange

Bought really cheap

Information you arrange

To send them you creep.

The stalker can’t do it

The law won’t allow

So you do it yourself

You idiot cow.

 

 

Social Media Hypochondria

L0019754 A hypochondriac imagining himself being prepared for burial. Credit: Wellcome Library, London. Wellcome Images images@wellcome.ac.uk http://wellcomeimages.org A hypochondriac imagining himself being prepared for burial. Lithograph by H. Daumier, 1833. Lithograph By: Honoré DaumierPublished:  -  Copyrighted work available under Creative Commons Attribution only licence CC BY 4.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

L0019754 A hypochondriac imagining himself being prepared for burial.
Credit: Wellcome Library, London. Wellcome Images
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A hypochondriac imagining himself being prepared for burial. Lithograph by H. Daumier, 1833.
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I don’t get people that are completely besotted by their health. Every little sniffle and sneeze or rash is life threatening. Facebook seems to be nirvana for them. Really I am sorry for those that are truly ill but most of the really sick people don’t post every burp, fart or temperature on social media. After awhile I go brain numb and need to block them. My imagination starts playing tricks on me and at my age that can be a symptom of other things.

At the same time several people that have really debilitating and or life threatening illnesses never say a word as they want to be treated like everyone else and not be pitied. Why is that? Narcissism seems to be at the center of all of this. Look at me!! Look at me!! Give me pity, money, cards and sympathy. Me, Me, Me.

We all have issues and health worries. A lot of us are carers for those that are ill. Most come to social media to escape for awhile just to be awash in symptoms and moaning.

Call me uncaring or just plain mean but I wish people would just stop it. If I want to see sick people I can volunteer in a hospital. You are sick then go take care of yourself. See a doctor. Get treated. Mentioning in passing that you have an illness or asking for awareness of illnesses is fine. I get that but we don’t need to share every detail.

Sorry for the rant but it really ticks me off to see people that have imaginary illnesses parading around while others that have such terrible illnesses never say a word and try to escape it on social media.

"I'm very impressed with your  web research,this self-diagnosis would be 100% accurate...if you were a Patagonian fruit bat!"

“I’m very impressed with your web research,this self-diagnosis would be 100% accurate…if you were a Patagonian fruit bat!”

And for God’s sake stop looking up symptoms on the internet and get to a doctor!!!