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There once was a chatter
who loved a good natter
she made others laugh, as she did
But a monster one day
Took the laughter away
Thinking she was’lame’ and ‘stupid’
They were lurking, beserking
Very possibly jerking
When they chose silly names and hid
For a while she was wilted
For her chat world had tilted
The can of worms had lost its lid
But then strangely uplifted
She found herself gifted
She saw who she was amid
The two faced backstabbers
The buzz kill handbaggers
The men who are nasty and cruel
You can’t let it affect you?
When others reject you?
Apparently that’s a chat rule?
You’re to take the abuse!!
The annoying obtuse,
And always be smiling and cool
Narky and witty
And apparently pretty
Like a pendulum im watching it sway
Be the kettle or the pot?
Be someone youre not?
To swat them bugs away
It’s the levels of hate
Which seem to dictate
Just who I am today
The cloners the haters
The I’ll slag you off laters
Mean nothing to me anymore
I’ve dug a great hole
But that was never my goal
But I will always settle the score
Take a break from chat?
Or please never come back?
Yes I know what to do
I’m true to myself
Dodgy mental health
I’m chubby and old yes its true
You can bring up the dead,
Try to mess with my head
But at least I will never be you
You may clone and berate
I’ll return all your hate
I’ll continue to lower the tone
I had a rough landing
But see I’m still standing
Yes – maybe, albeit alone
Dedicated to those in Rooms 1 and 2
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Wow, that was excellent Mizzy, I never knew you were a poet.
You are not just a pretty face are you x
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Thank you xxx
Better than I expected.
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Sorry is that supposed to be a compliment as its not coming across that way.
That was nice Sarah ;)
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Thank you xxxx it’s always nice to get feedback on my poetry, Orson big banana thinks I write crap poetry, he was very unkind to me on karmas poem thread. My next poem will be a really deep and meaningful one about religion and politics and about how the leaves on the trees float off like the death of another summer signifying how cold and dark winter is and how ice chills you and reminds you of how death comes to us all, I may even mention cats, T.S Elliot will wish he was me, well of course he would as he’s been dead for ages. Tim rice ripped him off what that rubbish song, not that I would know that as I’m very thick dull stupid shallow and cant write for toffee. I do have rather nice breasts. Just such a shame I am so stoooooooopid innit.
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GLADSY – you will be fine just sit on the fence, never get involved in other peoples arguments i.e never actually grow to like anyone or feel the need to defend them, always assume that people you befriend will talk about you behind your back so never give out any information or trust anyone. Talk about religion and politics if you really want to succeed and never show any aspect about yourself that could be used against you unless you can handle being trolled to death. If you can handle being trolled then just be yourself. And make friends with the people who are naughty and will have your back, the fence sitters can never be trusted as they just want to be liked by people and have zero self respect, if they cant defend themselves they will never ever defend you, they will play the victim and everyone will defend them but they are the ones you really need to watch as they will screw you over for a hello and a booby/willy flash. Try to link yourself with the strong personalities even if they appear bitchy or grotty as they are at least honest and being themselves. Avoid some bird called ‘ Mizzy’ she seems well dodgy. I hope my advice helps you xxxx
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Thank you xxxx it’s always nice to get feedback on my poetry, Orson big banana thinks I write crap poetry, he was very unkind to me on karmas poem thread. My next poem will be a really deep and meaningful one about religion and politics and about how the leaves on the trees float off like the death of another summer signifying how cold and dark winter is and how ice chills you and reminds you of how death comes to us all, I may even mention cats, T.S Elliot will wish he was me, well of course he would as he’s been dead for ages. Tim rice ripped him off what that rubbish song, not that I would know that as I’m very thick dull stupid shallow and cant write for toffee. I do have rather nice breasts. Just such a shame I am so stoooooooopid innit.
you are a real character, you know x
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