It seems to me you think you're top dog,
But, let's face it, you're not,
You just twist and twist the facts,
In some, seemingly, tangled knot.
You do not acknowledge me, you do not care,
You are rude and overbearing,
In your attitude of wear and tear.
You leave me broken and bruised,
You leave little to the imagination,
And, it is true, I was consumed with fear,
But now hope and courage are here.
I don't need your bullshit or your lies,
I need nothing negative from you anymore.
You can rot in hell for all I care,
You could shoot all of Paris,
And I'd forget about and would not recognise you.
You've had your say,
And, god knows, you've always had your way,
But let me do the courtesy of telling you,
To kiss my ass,
I am moving on up and above you,
Don't think I'll say it again.
So, goodbye and beware the devil,
That has set you in his sights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love it i thing i going to give it to dave mullins is the sameway