I was feeling unusually inspired/poetic/amorous/bored and wrote one/three poems.
They work on their own, but you can combine- you'll see.
Here:
Frugality distracts.
Quick, before your life contracts!
Lose your satellite TV,
Spend some time with a tree.
Trees: your oldest neighbor.
They are not known to flaber,
They are Where cats reside,
To be rescued and brought inside.
Inside. Inside, we find our cages.
Homes are our stages.
We distract reality,
prettying it up with
Hopeless frugality.
Suggestions? Comments? Derailments? Meant to be read aloud. Sort of. I have no guts, so it hasn't been read to family/girlfriend* yet.
*Damn it, I keep calling her that. It's not what it is, much to my dismay. now we're 'just friends'.

She was/remains to be my best friend, and we tried out the amorous thing and it just didn't work. It wasn't working, really, but I do love her. Whether she loves/loved me I have no real idea. And now she doesn't really talk to me.
Sorry, I needed that emotional drain.

I never got around to talking about it with anyone, and I'm quite female in that sense; I can't hold it in.
Anyway.
Done ranting. Go about your business!
Shrike
All welcome.

Shrike