To Know Thyself & Then Not Like Thyself And Find Out No One Else Likes U Either

Many folks I thought loved me turned out to be haters.

They were all nicey-nice to me when they needed

something but without fanfare each had also

reserved a special spot for me under their

bus on account of me mentioning that

the chickens they refused to see had now come home to roost.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

The Agony of Wisdom

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