Mans’ Sacrifice: - Poem by Mad Gone
Oh good god no! She wants to talk.
I grinch my teeth and turn away.
My feet are itching, they want to walk.
I pick up every second word,
confused, I don’t know what to say,
and by now, to tell the truth, I’m bored!
Her constant drone stops to pause,
her piercing eyes are on me.
The signal, that I should know the cause.
To venture a guess would be unwise,
for too many cans of worms to open.
No, sit tight look offended is my advice.
I need a word that I can use,
some way to turn the table.
In this game of win or lose.
Get out, get out, thank god, she’s said it twice.
You’d think I’d wrote the script,
as though it was my roll of dice.
I’ll make her pay, by god I will.
For a free man I will be,
I have well and truly had my fill.
Several months since then past,
and I think of how it came to this.
The argument about…? Oh, blast!
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