Torrid Times Poem by John Sensele

Tell me why my tongue shouldn't shout your shame
When all you did was to tear me apart
To paint me black, to tarnish my name
As in a vain victory you chose to depart.

Tell me why my tongue shouldn't shame your pride
When all you did was to sully my solace
To paint me sordid, to take me for a ride
As in vain victory you chose my love to displace.

Tell me why my tongue shouldn't shame your game
When all you did was to walk on me
To paint me hopeless, to heap on me your boisterous blame
As in vain victory you chose from me to flee.

Tell me why my tongue shouldn't shame your tricks
When all you did was to break my heart
To paint me lonely, to extort from me your quick kicks
As in vain victory you chose to nickname me a tatty tart.