Ode to a Petty Man

Ode to a petty man

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He said, I still love her,

but I can't stand her anymore.

That was the saddest thing 

I'd ever heard.

He was a petty man

making molehills as big as can be

Forgiveness was not his strongest suit (neither was forgetfulness)

and he was a petty man, petty as can be

He was a selfish man,

He wanted what he could not have.

Broken Expectations! he muttered out loud, 

were mothers to all shattered trusts and broken hearts

He was a stubborn man

he demanded what he could not get

And off he went sulking now,

imagining past deeds of largesse

He was a passive aggressive man

violent anger not his calling card

instead inside his shell he went

and slammed it shut very hard

He was a foolish man

a fool blinded by sweet lies

Have I always been  such a fool?

or blind from birth? he pondered,he wondered.

Flashbacks of a near past

confirmed his worst suspicions

A foolish blind man he was

and a stubborn selfish petty one too

So he wrote an ode to himself

berating his old petty ways

and all those wasted days 

spent in vain and futile pain

Now that he wrote an ode to himself

he felt so light and he felt so free

So although he wrote it,instead he gave it to me

Because I was a petty man, a petty man just like he.

-VeeKayArr
(Hey that's my pseudonym...well not exactly...it is my initials spelled
out.Not very smart am I?)
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Bonus
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Crappy Poet
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I may rhyme after every line
but it's no crime and I'll do no time
rhymo-mania is a crappy word, and
I'm a crappy poet, but I'll do fine

Thank you for tolerating such bad poetry...(which I'm not gonna rhyme
with 'refinery')
Your support is appreciated.

To tell you the truth, poetry bores me.(gasp!)
Yup, I'm a Grade-A philistine.

I don't write poetry, as you can very well see,
these words,terms and turns of phrases
float around in my head and torment me.

I haven't slept today.
The phrase 'Ode to a Petty man' kept ringing in my head.
CLANG CLANG ! (A loud church bell)

These things cannot be ignored,swept away
or there'll be hell to pay
they clamour my attention
seeking a resolution
and until they find it
I'll not be able to sleep.

But now I'm done
and the dawn breaks over the horizon
Kiss your sleep goodnight
and say sweet dreams