The punchline wasn’t the real punchline
Or at least it wasn’t funny
She wept.
Like most things
It’s what comes after the punchline that matters most
She wept.
For him.
SOB with me
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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March 31, 2010 at 6:29 pm
slpmartin
Again you set my mind whirling…with your provocative verse…I love how you are able to make one consider something in so few lines.
April 1, 2010 at 8:40 am
medicatedlady
Thank you very much. This one has been lurking around the periphery for some time now…I finally caught enough of the content to put it on paper.
April 1, 2010 at 10:47 am
Bryan Borland
And she’s BACK!
April 1, 2010 at 5:03 pm
jessiecarty
this totally seems like the opening to something. like a set of poems…mystery!
glad to have you back 🙂
April 2, 2010 at 6:11 am
Tel
This is interesting to me because last night my exchange told me a joke about Kentucky that did not make any sense and, mostly, was just a horrible attempt at making a stereotypical reference to being toothless and inbred. Your poems sums how I felt, minus the crying…
April 2, 2010 at 10:02 am
Dhyan (AKA Utopain Fragments)
ML – great to have you back around (though the cleaning lady you left ws hilarious)
wonderful poem – punches you
punches you hard