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Its curious how we bare resentments
I mean its curious how I bare resentments
(and don't expect I'm that unusual)
For example,
for example
there must be thousands of people just like "him",
All over the country
All over the world
With their beautiful wives and beautiful children
And looking back on a life time as successful whatever
Having had 3 or 4 successful careers in 3 or 4 glamorous professions
And having done all this great stuff for the betterment of humanity
And
And
And
And I don't hate any of those other thousands because
Because
Because
Because
Because I don't know any of the those other thousands
I only knew him
And that was a long time ago
Like the English hate the French
And the Mancs hate the Scousers
And brothers are jealous of brothers
But not jealous of blokes they never met
Even though the blokes they never met
Had everything they ever wanted and didn't get
And so on
And so on
We despise the people we were closest to
I mean I despise the people I was closest to
(and I don't expect I'm that unusual)
And here he is
Showing up on my facebook
A friend of a friend of a friend
Making a comment about a comment about a comment
Poetry by Andrew Bindon
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Written on 2010-05-17 at 15:43
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