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I Love the Smell of Irony
Life and the World
People and Places
Are all a bucket of shite
Excuse my use of the word
Bucket: Let me rephrase
They are all a bucket of shite
Minus the bucket
I do sometimes enjoy life's ironies
Like a rapist being sent to jail
And then being gang raped
For picking up the soap
Like a Paedophile sent to jail
Put in the Beasts Wing
Tortured by his cell mate
Covered in lighter fluid
And burnt to death
Seems fitting and amusing
Irony is everywhere
Some amusing, some not so
Loneliness is slowly killing me
My psyche tells me it's my fault
She says I have to get out there
Meet people and make friends
I thought Jesus! What a horrible thought
A local advert said the following
We meet on a Tuesday night
From 7:00pm to 9:00 pm
For coffee and chat with others
Who feel lonely and socially Isolated
That's me I thought, should I go?
I cogitated for about an hour
Nervously I put my coat on
I left the house determined
Got to the meeting place
It was in darkness
Both big red doors were locked
I was so deflated, so saddened
I sat for a while staring at the doors
Nobody was coming to open up
Then I smirked just a little
A person feeling socially isolated
Feels even more socially isolated
Because of two locked red doors
A broken promise of being included
Can't you just smell the irony
Today's True story
How was your day
Answers on a post card
Published 28th Aug 2018
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29th Aug 2018 00:14am
1st Sep 2018 3:49am
29th Aug 2018 1:44am
the mystery of the two red doors
instead of life offering opportunity it instead offers another challenge
the irony of it
instead of life offering opportunity it instead offers another challenge
the irony of it
1st Sep 2018 3:51am
yes indeed - In my head like the song about the green door - I know what happens in there, but not these red doors - is red significant?
thank you for such positive feedback :-))))))))))))))
thank you for such positive feedback :-))))))))))))))
29th Aug 2018 11:39am
29th Aug 2018 1:34pm
maybe if I had legs I would have walked up to the door as it was I drove up to the door and rattled it quite a few times - the irony remains despite your comment
29th Aug 2018 6:22pm
Maybe if I take a note wrap it around a rock and throw it through the front window...then they will get the message
29th Aug 2018 7:29pm
Not sure the response would be friendly - social isolation in jail is not good
29th Aug 2018 7:49pm
29th Aug 2018 11:07pm
It's called karma. Whether it's good or bad depends on the actions of the person, at least that's what I believe. I can relate to the social isolation part, but I am trying to overcome my shyness.
Nice write!
Nice write!
1st Sep 2018 3:55am
Interesting! I have always thought that karma fell on you as a punishment for past deeds or positively for good deeds. I don't feel that it applies here - this was an unpleasant event to think of it as punishment and I was to blame seems a tad harsh, but a fascinating thought I will ponder more :-)))))
thank you as always for your input :-))))))
thank you as always for your input :-))))))
30th Aug 2018 6:43am
I can smell it. I smell it all the time. Nice insightful write, David_Macleod.
1st Sep 2018 3:56am
thank you my friend - irony stinks worse than me on a bad day (LOL)
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