There was a time, I thought, that I might, once have known… This poem is probably By Ross E F Lombardi.

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There was a time, I thought, that I might, once have known…

This poem is probably By Ross E F Lombardi

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Round and round again we go,
Where it stops
No one knows
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I knew a public relations specialist who spin-doctored
They bragged, - How good they were at spin
But how can I believe them?
When they spin to me, - About how good at spin-doctoring they are?
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Round and round again we go,
Where it stops
No one knows
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I knew an advertising executive who sold things
They bragged about how good they were at selling ideas,
But how can I have faith in them?
When they are selling me an idea, - About how good they are at selling ideas?
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Round and round again they post,
Where this stuff sells
No one knows
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I knew a corrupt politician who manipulated.
They boasted about how good they were at manipulating
But how can I vote for them?
When they manipulate me into believing - What excellent manipulators they are?
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Round and round again we elect,
Another mere crap opportunist,
Not worthy of respect,
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I knew a deceitful woman.
They insisted to me, - How Very good at deceiving they are.
But how can I fuck them?
When they may be deceiving me, - About what good deceivers they are?
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Round and round again we all go,
Where love starts
No one cares,
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I knew a man who Always lied
They bragged convincingly, - About how good they are - At lying,
But how can I respect them?
When they are bullshitting AT me, - About how good at bullshitting they are?
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Round and round again they went,
Who values anymore?
Where trust went?
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I knew a soul who was broken
They shakingly admitted how broken-hearted they are.
My heart ached with sympathetic, empathic, pains.
It tore me apart inside
This sad fact,
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    I could Not help them.
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#Lies
#Fibs
#Manipulation
#Dishonesty
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