Betrayed!A Poem by David Lewis PagetGiselle
and I had been toughing it out, With
arguments every day, She
loved to spend, and I was the bank To
the point that I said, ‘No way!’ Then
she pouted, much as she’d always done And
she dragged me into her bed, That
was the weapon she always used When
trying to turn my head. She
spent it faster than I could earn Though
I’d had a win on the gee’s, A
seeming broken-down six year old A
gelding with rickety knees, I
knew the horse was a stayer, though In
a field of sprinting mares, And
after the twenty-five hundred mark Went
rocketing past them there. I’d
dropped a grand, two hundred to one, The
bookies had thought me mad, But
I was rolling in bags of cash That
evening, back at my pad. Giselle
had snaffled a grand or two, The
rest went into the bank, I
wanted to buy a house and land And
I had that horse to thank. Giselle
just wanted to spend and spend And
I finally told her ‘No!’ It
was more important to save than splash On
clothes or a picture show, She’d
disappear for days on end Then
come back, looking for cash, And
every time that I told her no She’d
use her tongue, like a lash! I
got a call on a Thursday night To
meet her up in the town, She
wanted to meet in the basement Of
a car-park, underground, I
thought I should, I could meet her there And
finally call it quits, There
wasn’t a whole lot of love to share, That
part had fallen to bits. I
parked the car and I saw her there But
she stood, and waited for me, Close
to a concrete pillar, then A
shadow was all I could see, A
guy came out and pointed a gun And
Giselle said, ‘Go on, shoot!’ I
heard the retort, two bullets fired As
they tore through my business suit. I
don’t recall there was too much pain Just
the echoing sound of the shots, I
swayed and crumpled, my knees gave way I
thought I was dead on the spot. I
lay unable to move while she Rifled
my pockets through, Took
my passbook, spat in my face, Said:
‘That’s what I think of you!’ They
found me there in a pool of blood, I
don’t remember the rest, The
police were sat by my hospital bed, They
said they’d made an arrest. They’d
picked the guy and had matched the gun When
Giselle had put him in, And
he must have emptied my bank account, She
said - It was all just spin! They
thought they’d left me for dead out there, Had
freaked when I was alive, Giselle
thought she could cover herself By
telling a thousand lies, She’d
been ‘an innocent bystander’, She
said, was scared by the gun, She’d
wanted to meet me there, she said, Hit
the town, and have some fun. She
came to visit and sat by the bed, Looked
sick and she cried a lot, She
asked me what I remembered, and I
said, ‘Not even a jot!’ I
could have had her arrested then, Made
a statement based on fact, But
I had my very own vengeful thoughts, And
that would put paid to that. The
shooter they found dead in his cell, Strung
up with a blue striped tie, He
just couldn’t face a life in jail While
Giselle stayed high and dry. They’d
seen each other behind my back She’d
sucked him in for the kill, I
hid my total contempt for her But
it called for an iron will. It
took three months and she moved back in, She
was finally over her fear, But
needed to cover herself, I knew She’d
leave, when the coast was clear! She
had my money, all stashed away, In
a locker at Central Park, I’d
found the key in her underwear As
I roamed around in the dark. One
night I said we should take the train, Go
down and take in a show, We
got to the end of the platform, and I
hustled her down below, Down
and into the tunnel, said: ‘We’re
taking a shorter way!’ Revenge
is a dish served cold, I thought, I
was cold as cold that day. We
came to an iron grating that I
lifted, to hustle her down, Down
on a rusty ladder to The
sewers, run under the town. I
cuffed her there to a water pipe While
she screamed and kicked and spat, When
I left her stood in the sewage there I
could see the first grey rat! David
Lewis Paget © 2012 David Lewis Paget
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