An Angry Man
I am an angry man, and there is nothing I can do
I am sick to death of everything and that includes you too
You leave your make-up everywhere, like a prostitutes den
And yes I know what that looks like; I’ve been in one of them.
Your clothes you leave everywhere…
Its’ supposed to be men that don’t care
I’m sick of it, its time to go
Just leave your key and don’t be slow.
I never should have let you in
All I learnt was perpetual sin.
Be gone and get lost give me a break
Darken my step no more for heavens sake
I won’t be responsible what I do to you
If you stick your nose in my life anew.
Entry for contest Unease.
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