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Good Morning Mr FaceBook

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Dear Mr Face book
You ask me a question every morning
�What's on your mind, David?�
Now it�s not like you care but,
It�s the death of love, frankly! �
In this ugly, sick world the word �
�Love,� has become tainted and devalued. �
People say I love you, but it�s all pretence
As they then go on to hate, insult and ignore.
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I am sorry I don�t mean to piss on your corn flakes �
But professing Love whilst behind your back continue
With these three kinds of activities is not love.
It's just something to say to make them feel noble.
However, love really doesn't work like that way, �
Please don't let anyone tell you otherwise. �
Real love is proactive, it forgives, Compromises �
It makes things right, �
It cares actively. �
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So here's an idea, �
Stop saying I fuckin love you �
When you clearly fucking don't. �
That is the most wicked lie one can tell. �
I hoped some people would have got �
Their head outta their arse, before I went to the grave
But to be honest that was in the hope that they �
Might feel just a tad ashamed and guilty.
To be blunt some of the worst offenders �
Won�t be affected one iota. Clearly these people �
Pretend to love only to save face in public �
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They play the part for the consumption of others �
So they don't look like they�re full of shit �
It is so very sad that you can love and support �
People for decades and they can turn on �
A dime and spit it back in your face. �
It's just a shame that the people that this �
Poem is for, won't get to fuckin read it. �
Nevertheless, really this is not for them �
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It's for those people, brave people �
Who won�t be sold a fake bill of goods, �
Or hate disguised as love narrative, �
For those who know that discern the truth �
Not for those who deliberately ignore the truth. �
I would consider just giving up altogether �
All it would do is give these people pleasure. �
But they would have won, their dream come true, �
Black suits and crocodile tears. �
I wonder if they will bother when I stop loving them �
When I find a similar
Rage and hatred. �
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Maybe I should turn on a dime �
Maybe I start fighting back. �
Maybe I should hurt them
Exactly how they have hurt me
On the other hand, maybe not, �
Let�s face it they are worth
0.00005 % of fuck all
�Cunts tae a man.�
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Ok, rant over, my pedigree chums
I am going out to get a bacon sandwich �
And a mug of tea, Liz's diner awaits �
As does my grumbling belly �
This is what I now call a good morning.
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GOOD MORNING!