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The Score Year Traitor

Feeding me some ludicrous bait
Of incident out on staff ‘do’
Red-headed witch sealed my fate
By simple act of rifling through
My private papers to discover
If I’d ribbed her like another.

You see, I’d written poem for stress
So that I could work with scum:
To endure their endless cess
That imbued rage be overcome.
But she, whom I had trained from scratch,
Thought I’d at her discomfort snatch.

Not one deemed it worth their while
To tell me of this treachery:
Of misplaced distrust and guile
Which hurt me, though accidentally.
The Morlock found her reading it…
Why do I place my faith in unpleasant people?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 12/13/2014 9:13:00 AM
Wow! This is very deep and dark Perry! Kind of strange but in a nice sort of way, don't understand it but venting we all do that once in while and that can be quite healing at times of great stress in our lives.. Don't know if this is fictional or not but well is great write. If it is real life sorry about the betrayal friend. A 7 for you! Continue sharing with everybody here at the soup. Your style is unique! I like it.Excellent pen dear friend. lol... :) Love and hugs! xxxx D.
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Perry McDaid
Date: 12/13/2014 11:46:00 AM
Thanks Dorian - I missed out a word in my edit before posting. Ooops! Thank you for your comments. I'm no longer in that dark place. I merely took a long quatrain tirade from the time and scythed it down to a sonnet/canzone type of animal. It's good to harvest the dark of yesteryear for the visceral impact. I should have been more careful with my editing, though.