Irony

This is a tale of Janet and John, no not really, it's Jackie's life, don't look, it's a story, it's a book pure fiction that lays in the reality of other people's lives, laid bare for all to see, words out of dark cupboards, as hurt stares out at you from every page, telling you of their childhood, filled with sexual abuse, physical emotional, a history of woe, childhood days, miserable days. Now later still there is drug abuse, alcohol, all neatly printed in rhyming stanzas, or haphazardly typed full of emotion pouring out, a self indulging waterfall, for all to see. Is this the time or the place, should there be a couch on this site, for people to lay on and for us to feed them cherries while they find comfort in the release of their poems their stories. ABC sounds fun, all about writing, reading, perhaps it should be renamed, OW that hurt, a television series like Oprah winfrey, but you know I jest, it's a free country, surely poems should be free spirited and come from within, perhaps there should be a section for us normal people, and another for the poor damaged sods. Anyway hang on you know I can't keep up slow down, I am heading for the normal section, hold open that door, I have no hands when I use my crutches!