Desperate Again, My Not- So- Friend?A Poem by dread or dismay.Hmmmm. . . .Desperate Again, My Friend?
'"Or be 'my' friend".'. Oh, My friend. Yet you have no chance again? My friend, Did she take 'Your 'Man' again?'
Yet my hospitality shan't come to an end. I'll hug you, then. She found out everything? You so dare to speak?
Now the deceiver comes to me? Oh, Deceiver of the Deceived. Now you might just smile? "What did she say?" "Did she ask for your forgiveness?" Oh, a merry laugh. "Did she plead, or beg?"
How to say, I talked right back about you to her, That I laughed and giggled, Cherishing the time I wasn't away, Shall I say, Oh not so friendly friend; That 'I took her back' again?
That the lies were to be crossed. That they were; Again and again. Till' you find out I'm a backstabber? My dear friend. Lets not go down that row of knives again.
So you decide to 'Self Inflict' again? I'm not that cruel, friend. Shant, I wouldn't do that. Simply, I just pull and trim.
"Yes, she did. And I told her 'F**k You'."
"Again." © 2008 dread or dismay.Author's Note
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Added on August 25, 2008Last Updated on August 25, 2008 Authordread or dismay.About"QUESTION." Body my house my horse my hound what will I do when you are fallen Where will I sleep How will I ride What will I hunt Where will I go without my mount all eager and quick.. more..Writing
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