For That Hypocrite With A Mole In His Face.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i make a mark
and draw the boundary now
when in your anger
you state
'this man is useless and
never credible'

and that is you
my friend who had keep pretending

during those times
when you have partaken
on my free
it is in your anger
when truth is said

now the bridge that connects us
falls to the rage of my rivers
it is me that moves to find the happiness
of least resistance

now that i have known you
i shall never speak your name again...
dinners.....