Hogjack Poem by Ramona Thompson

written for a man who seems to have great fun by spreading awful, illegal, and untrue lies about me.

How low will one man go just to fit in?
Often I'm sure he looks in the mirror and asks himself that very question
Getting the same damn answer every time
Jerking around with my innocent snow white rep he tells all these
outragous lies
All in the hopes that those who despise him will one day welcome
with open arms all his most wished for dreams
Ramona is the name that could be his ticket into their narrow minded
little folds so he will use it
King of all a......... he cares not at all what happens to me as long as
he gets what he wants in the end


People, I ask you now
Just how much more pathetic can one man be
None so more then he I am sure


Hogjack
Liar, lair
With his pants on fire
Someday sure to regret
How he sold his soul
Just to fit in with them
This so called in-crowd calling themselves his peers