Thursday, 28 July 2016

Revenge Poem to a Former Housemate

Controlling The Weather

When you swear
You pollute the air
You say you're green
Yet can't keep it clean
You turn it blue
Shame on you
You claim to use hate to punctuate
Your narrative, my will to live
I suspect it's more to hide
A void inside
Or that you're about as articulate
As an invertebrate
A poor ambassador for our race
Should they visit from Outer Space
When you swear
You pollute the air
Turn it ugly and stormy
Where it was blue sky and balmy
Don't walk, run
From those who spite the sun.

LS King 2016

You know who you are...


Rol said...

Excellent f... poem.

(Sorry, I almost swore.)

The Poet Laura-eate said...

Thanks Rol. Bless you cotton socks! Lx

Wisewebwoman said...

Boy. That felt good!

Trademark Attorney said...

I bet that was cathartic, you really showed them I think!