One of a kind novelty

she told me,
you’re one of a kind.
i’m not entirely sure
what she means.
considering the earths population
– people’s hopes, dreams and talents –
someone is bound share similarities.
my uniqueness void.
so when she says things like that,
does it make me feeling happy?
no,
i’m going to assume
she had nothing to say.

Money run clocks

A saying I’m familiar in hearing is , “time equals money,” I can now reaffirm, through my own experience, its assertion in defining a truth.

i’m losing time, and as such, money follows.
misplaced investments teach suckers how to suck,
i couldn’t tell you what good investments prove.
i’m sure it wouldn’t be something to complain about.
then again, i don’t think i’d be completely satisfied
if i didn’t hold a gripe with something.
if all goes right, there must be something going wrong?
then again,
all my rights turned left.

Looking for a truth spoken

i was there,
but you weren’t,
at least from what i saw.
so you say you were there, eh?
well, maybe i just didn’t see you.
i waited where we agreed to meet.
that’s funny, in an odd sort of way.
i suppose this all could have happened,
or you did not show.
that seems just as likely.
i’m not calling you a liar,
not directly.
surely my eyes can be deceived,
but i waited more than an hour for you.
are you sure we were at the same place?
oh, you were there.
well, i guess i just missed you.
i doubt that,
i was there.
it’s hard to say who’s lying,
when we both say we were there.
okay, let’s not fight,
let’s reschedule.
misunderstanding happens.
to us, these words hold different meaning.
sure,
let’s meet at the same time and place.
this time,
you show up, and i’ll make sure
to look everywhere.

Not a chirpy morning

Okay, so maybe I’m a little hungover this morning, but that’s no reason to chirp. I’m not even up for five minutes and you’ve already begun. Heck, I’m almost positive that you started earlier.

It started off slow and at consistent intervals. Oh, how your tune quickly changed. Invigorated, you’re pace increases, your pitch soars, until now you’re chirping incessantly. Couldn’t you be doing something else?

I really should have closed my bedroom window. Goddamn birds… Outside my window, they whistle their aggravating tune at an unreasonably early time in the morning. More unreasonable that I’m wearing a hangover. If the early bird catches the worm, so the saying goes, what the hell are they doing still chirping. Go stuff your face with those damned worms so I can sleep this hangover off. Bastards.