I seem to spend my life
In giving up of things
Things I like, look forward to
Ring-a-ding-a-ding
I’m told such things are bad for me
That I should wave goodbye
To smoking, sugar, alcohol
Give up, lie back, and sigh
Funny? but there’s just one thing
I don’t give up (one thing)
That’s sex, it just gives up on me
Ring-a-ding-a-ding
Don Matthews
September 2020
This poem’s not about me
It is? you really think?
That I’d expose my inner feels?
Rinky dinky dink…..
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