Please don’t take this personal, don’t blame
me for the truth, but your lack of shame
is palpable. I cringe, you justify
with lies. What a senseless childhood game!
This last time was the quencher. I sat
and watched as you performed. Poor old Pat
did not know what hit her from the cockpit
of your mouth, the parasites you spat
unsettled me, I can’t imagine
dear old Pat taking all that bile in.
No more lies, no justifies. Please, you must
swallow words, dearest internal twin.
Prompt inspiration~ We are letter writing poems w/ Mary at dVersePoets:Poetics~ Sent With a Stamp. The poetic form I used is called the Gwawdodyn.