Get Out Of My Life! Poem by Gordon David

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…….