Flogging A Dead Horse Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

Its was over when I first saw you.
In my heart I knew you'd only make blue.
To date you still take the mick.
The thought of you makes me violently sick.

Why do you vother coming around?
I have no common ground.
My family needs me.
I do not want ever.
Stop yapping.
Get out of my life.
Once you've gone
I'll start clapping.
I'll be able to breathe.
I'll be able to do what I want.
Dont need any so possessive.
I don't need any bordering on the pyschotic obsessive.

I want to smile with my wife.
Not be made unhappy by some stalker.
Or to chamred by a snake in the grass.
I live for the day you die.
Then the tears of joy, I will happily cry.

I am sick of you flogging a dead horse/
There was no love to run any course.
There was no illusion.
Your evil deeds and the words that hail.
With which my innocent soul is flailed.
You should put yourself in the back of a hearse.
For the dead have more feeling than you.

Ibrar Siddiqi