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[aid] => Mick
[title] => True Colours!
[time] => 2002-10-27 09:15:00
[hometext] => Chalk & Cheese just doesn't really cover it!
If he ever bothers to sober up and learn how to read and sees this, I fear I'll probably take a beating if not worse! If only we could choose them like we can our friends. [bodytext] => "Run or I'll shoot!" These words he did snigger, And although I did, he still squeezed the trigger. All I heard and then felt, was an almighty crack, He'd shot an unarmed me, gutlessly in the back! But I went down with style, just like at the flicks, Crashing to the ground, as do crumbling bricks. Finally coming to rest at the edge of the brook, Was I injured or dead, he didn't even look. This type of behaviour, from him wasn't the first, Shot twice in my legs, my veins had been burst! Always being much bigger, in body not mind, His actions always unpunished, was everyone blind? I guess a lifetime of throttling me just wasn't enough, He had to prove to his girl he was so very tough. What a big joke of a man, undeserving of forgiveness, Just a small minded bully for as long as he lives! Some years further on; he met yet another girl, Easily fooled into thinking she would brighten his world. Another man's seed she did secretly carry, Then after it's birth, seeking attention they married. Then guess what, his nature simply does not change, I had lived with the suffering, so to me it wasn't strange. He'd kick and he'd punch, he'd spit in their face, The punch bag, which was I, he'd simply replaced! He blames everyone else, for why his wife did cheat, Why should she not, when the child and her he would beat! An attempted thug, a pathetic pile of junk, Now forever he'll be, this lonely, ugly drunk! His true colours are uncovered for all now to see, "Please like me!" he begs, sell your friendship with beer as the fee! What's important in life he just doesn't understand, No personality, just tattoos and piercings for attention, so bland! [comments] => 7 [counter] => 224 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Unaekseveer1 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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