You fascist manipulator.
You.
You lowly snake and coward.
I was going to let this whole ordeal last but look, you've let the moment has soured.
Accusations to the umpteenth,
Wishes and backhanded sarcasms too?
No, I will not take this from you.
So there's nothing you can do
Woo
At last you need me or not.
Your mind must be madly made up then?
I see. Well good bye old friend.
Though we may never meet again
I'll still wish you the best.
YOU ARE READING
The Aggravated Mind
PoesíaEmbracing a new pattern or rhythm of life. Taking on new ways of thinking and washing away the old. A sweet love of verse and song. My heart will go on. *Author's note* Note will be random insight to the poems of this book.
