Damaged
Damaged
The damage is done,
It's not over quite yet,
My tally and your sum,
I'm here with no regrets.
Caught out by the one,
The unsuspecting foe,
Mere words from your tongue,
We stand toe to toe.
Apologies may cleanse,
A corrupt and tainted soul,
Not this time friend,
Forever you'll be an arsehole.
(c) 2018 PJ Bayliss
Copyright © Pj Bayliss | Year Posted 2018
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