A Piece of My Life by Julianna Rowe

                                                         A PIECE OF MY LIFE

I’ve been with a multitude of men in my life,

In retrospect they’ve brought me nothing but strife.

I tried more than once to make that dance last,

But in the end they were part of my past.

I didn’t learn much from any of them.

I already knew more than most of those men

And not one turned out to be a “Gem.”

A football player, an Army Vet, a finance banker I’ll never forget,

Some had money, some had fame,

Most simply wanted to play loves game.

Some were uneducated,

And some were hippie related.

I loved a couple of them and they loved me back,

But mostly just wanted to hop in the sack.

Men have an “Extension” if you get what I mean,

But most have no pension, that would make me glean.

They walk a good walk,

And they talk a good talk.

After the sack, they slither away in the grass,

Which pretty much makes them a total ass.

I had one or two I could sincerely call kind.

But those two didn’t have much of a mind!

There were no mansions in my life,

I never found one as funny as Matt Rife.

My sense of humor called in the same,

Yet none of them had it, and that was a shame.

Most straddled their women like they do a Harley,

They would finish the "job,” but only barely.

What can I say, I’ve lost my respect.

For most of them are nothing but a wreck.

They’ve given me children then ran away,

Not a damn one of them felt they should stay,

Like snakes in the grass, they slithered away.

That’s not to say that all were bad,

But it does leave little to yearn and that’s pretty sad.

I see fat ugly women with big diamond rings,

Where did I go wrong? I don’t have all that bling.

Most would agree this world ain’t easy.

Watch out for the sheep dressed in sleazy.

They are hiding in the bushes and in the cracks,

They are evil spirits who leave their tracks

They'll put a knife in your heart and tracks on your soul,

Keep your mind and eyes open and take no black coal.

They will destroy you, if you close your eyes,

Never allow them to cause your demise.

Walk taller, laugh harder, and make more money.

So, you won’t stray if’n they call you honey.

Needless to say, I have made my own way,

Not without troubles, but I’m happy anyway.

I love the song, “Is That All There Is,”

But I’ll keep dancing, even if it is.

As you can see, I make silly rhymes,

I’m happy writing novels and stories of life’s times.

I’m on TikTok, YouTube, and have lots of money.

I dare anymore strange men to call me honey!

If you come near me, I require BLING….

Bling of the heart and bling in your soul,

But more importantly, you must be whole!

So, as you can see by what I have written,

I’ve caused myself trouble when becoming smitten.

And if I’m meant to be alone,

Please write on my Tombstone.

“Here lay a woman who made it on her own.”

Julianna Rowe – 2024