Saturday, 12 January 2013


Sorry? Who you? No, never
Those words you do not know
No one could hold their breath long enough
For you to make such utterances
Preposterous to say the least
A lie at best
And still you search anew for more souls to suck dry

But all is fair in your game
You play it better than the best
Fast approaching middle age, past your prime
That only makes you want to prove
You still have the makings
Of the best
Find another and another and suck them dry

I hate the way you make me feel
Unwanted and somehow defective
I bet you still smile with laughter dancing in your eyes
As you scratch a point on the scoreboard
Another point to prove
To be the best
Discard my soul, you’ve sucked it dry