Dear BlockersA Poem by Sally HopeThis is to you. Enjoy.
DEAR BLOCKERS VERSE 1: You left a comment that made no sense. I looked at it, trying to make head or tail. I failed of course, ‘cause you weren’t trying to make meaning: You were just having a bad case of blue devils.
A high-maintenance kid with a troubling past; I don’t think you know how to make friendships last. You’ve blurred the line between reality and fiction. Don’t you see that the flaw in you is clear as crystal?
BRIDGE:
But here’s the thing: The world doesn’t revolve around you. The faster you learn that, the better you’ll do.
CHORUS:
‘Cause the blockheads gonna block. And the shockers gonna shock. I don’t need you to tell me to back off. You’re as predictable As a mediocre, overrated fable. But you don’t need me to tell you that, of course. (Ha, ha!)
VERSE 2:
You’re quite a lovable human, loyal and kind. Just like a sugar-coated version of a heinous crime. Your head’s too hot, and your words too loud; Undermining others - does that make you feel proud?
A soccer-lover - you should learn a lesson from them: Fix your goal before you play offense. You fall too hard and you hurt too fast. If you live like that, how long will you last?
BRIDGE:
But here’s the thing: You can’t live your life off pretense. Stop mistaking “paramount indolence” for “deliberate ignorance”.
CHORUS:
‘Cause the blockheads gonna block. And the shockers gonna shock. I don’t need you to tell me to back off. You’re as predictable As a mediocre, overrated fable. But you don’t need me to tell you that, of course. (Ha, ha!)
‘Cause the players gonna play Their mind-numbing games. You’re just one of them - I’ve figured that out. You’re a sensitive little kid With dreams too big. I hope you know now what this is all about. (Ha, ha!)
HOOK:
But I don’t blame you one bit, you know. After all, you have fallen down that rabbit-hole Where the only ones are you and the ghosts from your past.
I know why you do the things you do: Being different is not as easy as it looks. But I’m sure one day you’ll find a road better than your chosen path.
But here’s the thing: Some things are damaged beyond repair. I’ve accepted that, so put you in a box labeled “Farewell!” (Ha, ha!)
CHORUS:
‘Cause the blockheads gonna block. And the shockers gonna shock. I don’t need you to tell me to back off. You’re as predictable As a mediocre, overrated fable. But you don’t need me to tell you that, of course. (Ha, ha!)
‘Cause the players gonna play Their mind-numbing games. You’re just one of them - I’ve figured that out. You’re a sensitive little kid With dreams too big. I hope you know now what this is all about. (Ha, ha!)
And if you think there’s nothing worse than losing a friend, Wait till you lose somebody’s respect.
© 2016 Sally HopeAuthor's Note
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15 Reviews Added on January 12, 2016 Last Updated on January 13, 2016 Tags: friendships, fake people, poetry, poem AuthorSally HopeThe City of JoyAbout"I have come to seek a Great Perhaps." PS: I'm catching up on my read-requests. Please consider my paramount indolence. more..Writing
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