My Ointment's Fly Poem by Linda A

My Ointment's Fly



It's always been a lie
I was naive to even try
To all along comply
I heard the hue and cry
But continued to deny
You had a finger in each pie
So eat up while you lie
In the bed you made where I
Hope that there you will die

Saturday, May 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: anger
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