![]() Getting Away With ItA Poem by Annebelle AshireWhy in God's Holy Name Must you treat me so juvenile ? Your minor annoying game Is becoming quite senile. You yell, spit, and curse Vomiting your lies. Eventually making this whole thing worse I [hate] your laughter, To my anger it twists and ties! Do you get off on this abuse? There's no food for weeks And a pay - check is your excuse? They all see what you're doing And yet, still no one speaks! What do you think child support is for? One hundred dollars a week you receive And you spend it on credit - cards you didn't pay off before, As if the shrouded truth is something I'll believe. You know, for an "adult" You're acting pretty childish. This was never my fault, Though, I bet you wish.
© 2008 Annebelle AshireReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 24, 2008 Author![]() Annebelle AshireLoves Park, ILAboutFind some of my older work at: Www.Allpoetry.com/Scarletletter You may consider my being as "just another writer ", and I don't mind that so much.. The thing that tends to rather annoy me most... more..Writing
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