I’ve had it with your games,
And your far fetched claims,
I’m done with your bitterness,
And your lack of kindness,
You try to put me down,
And say I’m a clown,
I can’t take it any more,
Take yourself to the door.
You think you’re so big,
I think you’re a pig,
I’m under dictatorship,
I think I’m gunna flip.
You sit there so smug,
Your face like a mug,
So good at deception,
To late for redemption.
© Michael Moorcroft August 12th 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow, you really wrote this poem, like you went through a bad experience, well good for you for standing up for yourself, hope things are better. i enjoyed reading