Best Control Freak Poems
**** is really something I'm not
My laissez-faire attitude bothers some peeps a lot
It's just how I roll
I'm still in control
But overly zealous, I am certainly not
© Jack Ellison 2015
no life you want mine
never to feel your self-harm
try and steal my smile
facial features black blue
you can’t steal away my glow.
© Harry J Horsman 2019
He had failed to see what was coming,
He wondered where he had gone wrong.
He thought that he’d been very careful,
He made sure he was right all along.
They knew he had been far too rigid,
They knew he was always this way.
They knew it was his fault it happened,
They knew they could not have ‘their’ say.
His family had suffered in silence,
His family just did what ‘he’ said.
His family were drowning in sorrow,
His family all wished he were dead.
They knew that his ways wouldn’t alter,
They knew that things must be ‘his’ way.
They knew if they stayed any longer,
They knew that forever they’d pay.
His family they all upped and left him,
His family they went far away.
His family they now had their freedom,
His family could now live ‘their’ way.
He sat all alone and he pondered,
He had given them all of his life.
He couldn’t accept he had lost them,
He still loved his children and wife.
He still could not see why they left him,
He thought they had treated him bad.
He needed to look a bit further,
He blamed them for making him sad.
I know that if he had looked inward,
His family would never have gone.
He could have left them some ‘decisions’,
He’s now only making for one!
Ivor G Davies
We are snarly, and we’re gnarly,
We’re twisted, and we’re mean.
We smack you with our branches,
And we keep our real selves unseen.
We’re awful, and we’re terrible,
You had better keep your children away.
Because we’ll hold them, and we’ll fold them,
And we’ll never let them run away.
We are the meanest and the baddest,
And the most unhappy ones around.
And the sickest and the saddest,
You will wish your children never found.
Except on Christmas week, when we turn all nice and sweet.
Except when we come to your house, and with you we fast compete.
We are the pretenders, the liars, the thieves, the psychopaths galore.
Where are you going? I am not lying. She really cannot come to the door.
She is more rigid than an oak tree
Her ways cannot be challenged or improved
No changes can be made in her day or her route
It is easier for sixteen of us to give in than to listen to her pratter
She is the control queen of the world of work as we know it
I suspect she was born to alcoholic parents
The control queens I know have to control EVERYTHING
after they make their escape from their chaotic drunken squallor environment
**** is really something I'm not
My laissez-faire attitude bothers some peeps a lot
It's just how I roll
I'm still in control
But overly zealous, I certainly am not
asks themselves questions
which they do not want to
know the answers,
in order to make sure they
can still be the ones
asking the
questions.
He hid his Draconian side from her
She was a Pollyanna, her heart pure
Her family disliked him immediately
His serpent-like qualities most of them could see
He whisked her away, out of town and state.
Chastised and chided her if she was missing or late
She had to give away her family and friends.
No one ever knew when or where her journey ends.