Mr J. & Mr H. Due to mother

I see Mr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

in you

one minute you can be nice

the next nasty

when you don't get you

own way

like a spoiled boy

who throws his toy

from the pram

grow up and be

a man

s**t happens

to us all

not just to you

alone you

seem to think

or believe

Your mother didn't

help by spoiling you

as a kid and protecting

you from all in life

I'm me not your mum

I can't solve all your woes

or even all my own

so all the shouting

moaning making a

fuss what does it

prove

bar your just a big

kid at heart

who needs to

grew up

and when you

do it will be

to late

because of dear

mummy

spoiled the

child that

rules the man

don't get me wrong

I am fucked up too

but at least I am not

shouting and bawling

to get my own way

as life never works

that way

as you

are finding out

now

life is a b***h

and

kicks you

up the a*s

big time

no one

really wins

in the game

of life and living

we are born and

eventually all die

that is reality

of living and

life

Reviews

[Christy the Poetic Hear..]

It's really hard to deal with someone who has been spoiled as a child. Poem full of emotions and truths!! Good job!!