Oh my God calm down
no need to make a scene,
your hair is crazy
and the wailing is obscene.
Buck up buttercup
we ain’t got time for that,
dry off those cheeks
and re-adjust your cock hat.
[tick tock tick tock
you drag on and on,
leaking cheap mascara
after my buzz is long gone.]
Get a grip Rachel
being alone is not so bad,
at least you’re not marrying
a coke head older than your dad.
© Nancy Botta, 2019
Rusted Honey 
So pensively written
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Beautifully written
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Great read beautifully written
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I enjoyed the sarcasm in this poem. Well done!
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Looking on the bright side? Some wonderful lines and images…
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Nicely written and a fun read
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Very clever. Love the
[tick tock tick tock
you drag on and on,
leaking cheap mascara
after my buzz is long gone.]
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A clever and fun read. “Get a grip Rachel being alone is not so bad, at least you’re not marrying a coke head older than your dad” One the best ‘lines’ I’ve read in weeks. No pun intended…
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Made me laugh; so relatable it hurts. Nice rythmn to the poem as well which only helps it’s smart funny nature.
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