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Got me a banjo made of bones,
Strummed the strings
Gouged from your hammy gams
To wail my song of woe.
My heart’s been hamstrung by you;
Can’t blame me for tossing you in the Bayou.
Hamstring Blues
free verse
Empathy for the Bedeviled
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A 6 by 8 compartment,
Surrounded by cement,
Every waking hour a lament,
Along with piss and excrement.
Day in, day out;
No sense of what’s about,
Only constant self-doubt
And gradual fade-out.
A seeming endless descent
Spiraling like a coiled serpent
Filled with malcontent,
Doing time in solitary confinement.
Family Blend Trend
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Yours, mine, ours,
Or theirs?
Too many sets of kin—
One from Stetson,
Another from Berlin.
But, what about Aunt Lynn?
Is she mine or yours?
Neither,
Just a freeloading stranger.
The Finish Line
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Rich red wine
From the very best vine.
Drink and dine, drink and dine.
Later together me and you
Zip right through
This long powdery line.
Marking
The beginning
Of our decline.
Barely Thirty
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Feeling young
And carefree,
Air blowing hair
As I’m cruising,
Suddenly horns are honking,
Now feeling eighty
For going barely thirty
On I-65 toward Indy.
Lost Dreams
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Woulda
Coulda
Shoulda
Been either
A mover or shaker.
Instead
Settled
Disgruntled
Became neither
Just a lost dreamer.
Tinsel Times
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Life of the party,
Chugging drinks repeatedly;
Getting touchy-feely,
Much too flirty.
Borders blurred,
Speech sounds slurred,
Calling his boss a turd
And a colleague a nerd.
He falls on his nose;
His face glows,
Red as a rose,
“This office party blows!”
Slinking away with a sway,
Such a slow getaway,
Keeping everyone at bay,
Tomorrow he’ll call in sick for the day.
Controversial
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Started out as jovial
Then turned adversarial,
Out came a pistol
All for a crystal . . .
Meth.
Scents and Incensedsibility
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I sense something afoot;
I scent a deadly toot,
That threatens to pollute.
You ate that massive bean burrito
Chased it with a glass of mojito,
So stop playing incognito.
No worries though;
I’ll clear the air flow,
By politely asking you to go.
Country Bumpkin
My name is Duncan,
A close cousin to the pumpkin.
Let me be your jack-o-lantern
I promise I can frighten.
BOO
How’d I do?
Did I scare you?
Watch what you say
For I’ll make you pay
By showing up one day,
To take you away . . .
Happy Halloween!
Karina Pinella 
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