Insult Poem #2

 

Its not that I’m angry
I’m just mad at you
It’s just the way you
Always come over telling
Me how to run my life
Is like a knife in my back
That has me spitting blood
It’s not like your life is so
Damned perfect, look at your kids
At least I can be proud of mine
And anyway where do you get off
Lecturing me on parenthood
Let’s face it you have a lot to answer for
So why not just shut the hell up
And let me get on with my own
Shambles. Did you forget
Or something? We’ve been divorced for
Fifteen years already
Would ya give me a break!
Oh yeah! And don’t even get me
Started on your mother!

Iain

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