Not Your Pawn

A relationship gone bad.

It wasn't enough that you stuck your knives into my back.

You had to twist them too.

Not enough that you ripped my still-beating heart from my chest.

You had to repeatedly stomp on it with your heinous, high heels.

Like a masochistic mosquito, you had to suck the lifeblood from me.

You shot me with your porcupine quills that had been dipped in debilitating curare.

Held me captive in your diabolical black widow web.

Cloaked yourself under a cobra's hood and sunk your fangs into my unknowing flesh.

I was your chewing gum and when there was no flavor left, you spit me out.

It was all about you and your fiendish desires.

Your own sadistic sacrilege.

You don't care who you hurt because you think that you are the only one who matters.

You and your parasitic, pergatorial plans.

When I would no longer allow you to control me, you called the cops for a cardiac arrest.

Well, I've got news for you and here's a flash, with a film to follow at eleven.

This isn't cable television and I'm not your remote control. 

This isn't pay-per-view wrestlemania.

I'm not a dumpster that  you can fill me up with your rubbish.

Not a dish rag for cleaning up your toxic spills.

Not your one-way street.

Not a rest-stop on your highway to Hell.

Not your whipping boy.

You don't own me as if I was bought from a store shelf brandishing a discount tag.

I'm not your disposable diaper.

Not your cigarette lighter.

Not a carcass for your maggot buffet.

You're not the only one.

They name streets after you: 'One Way', 'Dead End' and 'U Turn'.

Slither back under your rock, you sociopathic snake.

You wouldn't know the truth if it bit you and held on.

You lie like a rug.

Put on your clown makeup  and go back to your three-ring circus.

You haven't quite won just yet.

I'm not your dancing marionette.

In the name of the father, the son and the holy ghost.

In a straitjacket, you will be diagnosed.

You'll never change; it's just the same old.

Button your coat because it's about to grow cold.

Go have your sleep now because you won't like the dawn.

This may be an old chess game but I'm ...

... not your pawn . . .

Author's Note

"I can alter my life by altering my attitude. He who would have nothing to do with thorns must never attempt to gather flowers." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

Better out than in - as my old nan used to say Pete. But if she'd seen the calibre of your words she might have added 'but only when you are pen-ready'.

You clearly got an increasing buzz - judging the way the pace and the vehemence rachets up.

Nice job!

[Pete]

ah yes, the old poison pen. indeed. thank you Tony.

[Tony Jordan]

Lol - they were wise the old ones. Y'know Pete my nan was only 5 foot tall but she would have faced Goliath lol and did - in the form of a Irish navvy who kicked her dog.

One trait I was glad to get from her side of the family. The depression from grandads side - meh...not so much lol

[Pete]

wise and dangerous - like pit bulls with ham bones. don't want to cross.

[Tony Jordan]

yep - don't let the gray hair fool ya.

[Sami Khalil]

"You're not the only one.
Slither back under your rock, you sociopathic snake.
You wouldn't know the truth if it bit you and held on.
You lie like a rug."

[Pete]

yup - thank you kindly Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

An outpouring of suppression and abundance of expression. Better late to realize things than none at all. An excellent one, Pete...:)........................

[Pete]

yes, thank you Sami. what is suppressed can become depressed - better to get it out. appreciate your insights. regards as always. I will be round again to read you again soon if i ever get a chance ...

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. You are welcome. ...::::))))

[Michael X]

wow, this is vivid! Volumes of details, many quotable lines. Great job!

[Pete]

yes, as they say Michael - the devil is in the details. thanks for stopping by. appreciated.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Well, now that you very got all that out😀beautiful, serene abundance can flow through your veins leaving you with an inspirational holiday season. It's so refreshing to unload...isn't it? Maybe I should give it a go?

[Pete]

what is suppressed becomes depressed. i would highly recommend a cathartic cleansing of the soul.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I agree☺.....

[andrew mitchell]

This is as juiciest as one gets in raw emotions, the anger, the hate! Lmao Perfect Pete. The deliverance of this would put the fear in any sermon. What a talent!

[Pete]

haha more like (re-Pete). thank you andrew. much appreciated. you're too much. you never stop do you?

[andrew mitchell]

I'm serious Pete this is brilliant as is your talent for writing in my eyes anyway! Scouts Honour!

[Hebe]

Wow wow wow!! love it... this is exactly how some people make you feel and you just put it out there, the down to the bone truth ... I feel the passion, what a great release!! Great work Pete...

[Pete]

thank you Hebe for the thoughtful review. much appreciated. this is a work in progress that I started this morning.

[Hebe]

I just read it again, you keep this poem in your back pocket and whip it out when necessary. ...hopefully not too often :)

[Pete]

you're funny. it's like a cathartic release.