I have a name, but no place.
Discarded. Tossed and lost.
Wrapped in cords and afforded no dignity.
I am Cone Alone.
Junked
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Absolute rubbish
I used to have friends.
I like to pretend they were swept away in the endless currents of life, taking us all on different paths of career, adventure and family.
If I’m honest, they probably left because I was always talking trash.
I am Cone Alone.
Leaving
You left this morning.
I tried to stop you in your tracks.
But you had to go.
I am Cone Alone.
Fashion
I LOVE fashion.
But, I’m also thrifty.
That’s why, when I find a scarf I like, it needs to double as a belt.
I am a style icon(e).
I am Cone Alone.
Stationed alone
This time of year has me wondering: what are people celebrating?
I just can’t understand buying more stuff and eating too much food.
What does that accomplish?
I also have a hard time justifying human holidays built on violence and religious supremacy.
So, I think I’ll sit this one out and watch the trains go by, hoping they bring a better society.
I may be waiting a while.
I am Cone Alone.
Carrying on
Yes, I fit.
No, I am not a carry on.
Check yourself.
I am Cone Alone.
Zamphony
I bet you think you’re so slick.
Hop into the driver’s seat and let’s race.
I’ll clean your clock.
I am Cone Alone.
Mop to it
You didn’t bring a mop?
Oh no. I know what you’re thinking.
Do I look like a cleaning device?
I am not putting my head in that nasty water.
I am Cone Alone.
The outside scoop
Please do what the sign says.
I am begging you.
I am BEGGING you!
I am Cone Alone.
Tangled up in…
Some may call me alarmist.
I think I am just cautious.
I am playing it safe.
I am Cone Alone.
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