The quarrel
By seank88
Thu, 27 Nov 2014
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Why can't you give me a straight answer?
Do you think that I'm a fool?
Why must things be so complicated
Under your tyrannical rule?
Oh now it seems to me that
You're in love with tragedy
I wonder how you don't see
That you're not needed anymore
Go and walk out the door
Let me bring this to your attention
You never were any good
At being a compulsive liar
Or acting like your misunderstood
Oh now no one believes your
Empty promises fueled by greed
I wonder when the world will see
Your mask of lies fall to the floor
No one needs you anymore
When it comes to raising children
Lady you surely take the cake
Neglecting medical attention
And forcing words on her in hate
Oh now it's time for you to be
An old and quiet grand mommy, this
Ignorant quarrel that you conceived
I hope will leave you empty forevermore
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lots of anger, perhaps a
lots of anger, perhaps a little hate, egged you on to contemplate someone else's fate?
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This stings.
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This stings.
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Real bitterness and anger,
Permalink Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on
Real bitterness and anger, well expressed. I can relate to your poem.
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