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Meatloaf

The smiles seemed sincere
as I drove away.
No watery eyes, except mine.

And when I call at night
there's laughter,
as if it's served for dinner -
not the somber meatloaf
and silence I remember.

That's when it hits.
I knew they'd survive,
but I never thought they'd thrive.

It's like when I learned
my favorite song - 
the one we danced to at our wedding - 
is really about masturbation.
I never knew it was that kind of love song.
But still -
I never wondered what else I got wrong.

Titmouse Beak, President of Pungent Sound Community Bank






	


	





	

		
Neptune Returns Home
	


	
	

		

Lord, could it be I'm not as great
as they've been telling me?





I was told at an early age
that I'm better than the rest.
I have trophies that prove it true,
but now in every contest
I'm beaten by more than a few.





For years I splashed in a tub
pretending to rule the wine-dark sea,
but when I go to Dad's club
no one confuses Neptune with me.





Now here I am back in my old room
(having finished my education)
with an hourly job and minimal pay
and these trophies say participation.





Lord, club-footed Byron couldn't dance
but you gave him eloquence and artistry,
and now he's the avatar of romance.
So, Lord, what gifts do you have for me?

Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief