Phrases

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“Can you tell me where it hurts and point me to the nearest exit?”

“Resilience is overrated in the promise land of Jokers who flex it

And your bruises are due already, pay up or leave the city.”

“Why bother leading the path if you could just look pretty?”

“Stand up and straighten your shoulders, baby, don’t be moody,

You’re not the next Marilyn in a black and white movie.”

“What’s up with the lipstick, don’t you want to go brighter?”

“I’m down for the fright but I’m not a real fighter.”

“Put a smile on that face, don’t you dare to make a scene!”

”You can only afford to be either sexy or perfectly lean.”

“What’s up with the jumpers, mate, are you finally expecting?”

“Please don’t drink and drive while you’re also texting.”

I hope you don’t find me writing down your innuendos vexing.

(Stop playing god, your moral’s perplexing.)

-JW

The Tale. In its entirety.

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The way you look at lips gets me suspicious but, I promise, I won’t judge

When you’re on the porch, asking for my forgiveness as your wife still holds a grudge.

I assume you didn’t tell the tale in its entirety either.

Only some bits. Only some pieces. You were never a bleeder,

Always the one leaving scratchless, without a wound to your honor.

The second sharp words are thrown, oh baby, you’re a goner.

Your face could heal a hundred scars if you didn’t sell it out to every fool

Who feeds on broken hearts. But I’m not surprised when you’re a tool

To all of them – who can play it cool. They know better, they don’t just drool

Over their cheap glass promises – that are also deemed as priceless.

What happened? Why did you leave broke and diceless?

I’m a daydream turning into a nightmare right before your eyes

Wish I could give you a warning about how being a jerk might hurt a bit.

Sorry, I didn’t leave a light on for you – but not like you’re not used to taking a hit.

Sorry, I can’t hide you from the tentacles of truth anymore. I don’t want to.

Hope there’s someone else buying into your auctions, and your cheap ass tattoo.

Don’t take it wrong – my apologies mean nothing, and I learned it from you trying

To pull a truth out of a magician’s hat filled with dead rabbits and your fake crying.

-JW