There is no halfway
Now
I will not leave my path
Good luck with that . . .
Were you to break down
To reality
I fear
Yes, I fear
There would be nothing
Left of you
So lick your infected wounds
I will not heal you
Again
Fester my friend
Stew your reality
And eat the bitter stuff
Ferment the seeds
You have sown
Heartless
Gestures towards the one
Who has never, ever
Done anything against you
Yet you have always, always
Hurt
Perhaps
I have acquired a taste
For your bitter sadiscisms.
Well you’ll just have to look that one up.
You’ve obviously nothing better to do.
Austerberto R. Palis, Jr.
April 27, 2008; 20:35pm
© 2008 Austerberto R. Palis, Jr.
Copying this work to another webpage without author permission is plagiarism.
Plagiarism is a misdemeanor, usually punishable by fines of $100-$50000 and up to one year in jail.
Comments on Bitter