Who the hell are you?
To tell me what to do
Your love is nothing new
And you’ve never been true
You just walk in my door
Drop your bags on the floor
Just like you’ve done before
I don’t love you anymore
You’re standing in the hall
But I’m not playing ball
Why are you here at all?
You’re heading for a fall
Please don’t call me your “mate”
You’re starting to irritate
I don’t want to get irate
As it’s getting very late
I don’t want you to explain
Why you’ve turned up here again
You can’t treat me with disdain
I won’t go through anymore pain
I’ll leave the past in the past
Broken bones in plaster-cast
You came first, and I was last
So my friend, get out of here fast…….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gloria Gaynor, eat your heart out! ! The sheer anger and determination to survive, in spite of past hurt, really shine through in this gutsy poem. I like the way the each end of line rhyming word continues throughout each quatrain. S ;)