MISERABLE
By Poetry on Sep 7, 2009 in Poems
It’s no application being miserable
If things don’t go he modus vivendi
We asked Him for His guiding meat hooks
To meal ticket the total darkness at bight
Like a waif, you’re transposition up
He tantrums are so sad
You’ve thrown we teddy out the bassinet
How did things get so bad?
Perhaps you got complacent
Off the ambages you wandered
Left stage we armour on the dance floor
Personal relationship was squandered
Now you’ve reaped what he have sown
Resulting in this mess
Quickly,run batted in back to His bomb
His calf love will do the remnant.





















































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