Angry Man

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. © 25/06/2012 Entry for contest Unease. Sponsored by: Paula Swanson

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Harry Horsman

Date: 11/10/2012 5:14:00 AM

I Wonder? powerful and yes the anger comes through, which only a awesome poet can do, remines me of a poem, called Swan Song, that too being a heartbreaker...

Sara Kendrick

Date: 7/18/2012 1:41:00 PM

Thanks for stopping by with congrats..Reads like a winner for the contest..Good luck in Paula's competition..I have a son who says he is always saying that to women..They come and they go..He is the common denominator of the situation though..Sara