The Battle of Malicious Mouths
I was a stoner in a coma mercifully sweet
up for good humour and friendly greet
changed into someone more likely to beat
thump kick and stomp fighting the weak
I had stoner friends with paranoid brains
and jealous mates who were partial to blame
letting ideas spawn from sophism claims
delivered by a stranger playing a game
that stranger my boss telling my friend
things false and fallacious intent to offend
slander me to colleagues was her daily trend
reaching beyond work to see bonds end
isolating me at work and my social life too
my boss and my best mate missing a screw
daily discrimination the mate said aint true
dwelling on rumours whilst treating me rude
he shared with his brother stories she told
a brother already living bitterly cold
accepting the worst and easily sold
behaving beheaded with hatred his gold
all of this mistreatment morphing my mind
reaching for help nowhere to find
blinded by focus on my bosses crime
finding it hopeless as losses inclined
personality vanished and I'm unemployed
my life fully shattered completely destroyed
yet when telling mates they'd get annoyed
still seeking out truths in her stories deployed
My boss won the Battle Of Malicious Mouths
and whilst she's forgotten friends still doubt
watching me drown in a kindness drought
until i was confused as to what friendship's about
and life for that matter with my brain in a cloud
lost hopes and helplessness no sense of proud
yet still treated rough as I crawled with the crowd
took 8 sodding people 6 years to bring me down
Seven long years of suffering isolated
seeing these memories fit missing places
the hazy mist clears and I'm not suffocated
I know what my boss caused I know what my mates did
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2020
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