The called you a loser.
They called you a schmuck
They scoffed at your mother
They screwed up your luck.
The laughed at your car
They smirked at your life
They ignored your children
And ran off with your wife.
So you broke down their windows
Smashed all their stuff
Burnt down their house
And punched them all rough.
You beat up their brother
You yelled yourself hoarse
You stole all their money
To settle old scores.
Then you clawed on your walls
And kicked down your door
Till you couldn't find a thing
You could break anymore.
And its time to be happy
And wholly content
To think of those lives
That you furiously bent.
Yet you still can't breathe
Your still feeling sore
There's no one to pummel
When you so want more.
So find you a drink
Find you a whore
Find you a fix
So it irks no more.
Now jump in the river
Sink in the sea
Choke on the past
That won't let you be.
I'll write you an epitaph
I'll sing you a song
And pray that your soul
Burns slow and long.
Just as you always wanted.
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14 comments:
Hmm ...
Liked the snap in the prev post
:)
This is f'cken awsome! I laughed, I cried, I especially love the end... you tied it up really nicely.
'Choke on the past
That won't let you be'
You'd think this person would have already drowned, but then that would mean water was there to extinguish the blaze.
I pictured this character as a black figure searing in his/her own flames. Made me want to head for the nearest water source.
This was intriguing in the way that other people are implicated at all. People are funny like that and this was a moribund example of, well, people.
Lovely! Yes, and like someone said, it reads so well. One could sing a rhyme with it and jump in joy. In stark contrast to what it indicates.
Always loved poems that have a story wrapped in it. Directly.
And the past. Such a devious thing, it is. Sigh.
cherie: thank you
prerona: I get the message. Coming up...
eating poetry: you liked th eend huh? :)
death: haven't figured out why you deleted your comments
mermaid: yes, he needs a dunking!
doc: you perfect snob!
individualist: jumping is great-I like it. Devious is even better.
Ahh..rage..rage..rage..
I often work with people like that..and its sad and pathetic and lonely..
you have captured it so perfectly!
Hey just left a comment..where did it disappear?? Blogger upto its tricks again..i guess!
you pack a hell of a punch in your writing, lady (?)!!
And pray that your soul
Burns slow and long.
i know this wasnt a funny post but i couldn't help but giggle
flows nice though :)
pins is right. one hell of a punch.
'Anywhere but home' and 'Waiting'..quintessentially you.. like em
pincushion: thank you. love punches...but 'lady'-you sure?
gloria jeans: thank you.
and I couldn't resist the peacock quiz!
VP:thanks a bunch
san: like it when you giggle...:D
cj: when you buyin me that punching bag?
soul circling: this could be about anyone and you could be right or wrong. but thank you.
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