Not Enough

Whatever you get

It seems I’ll always have more than you’ve got

Since we’ve met

Not happy with your lot

The boasts

The claims

The naming of names

The toasts

The shame

Modesty in flames

Even with nothing

Being the one to serve

Can’t help thinking

You’ll get all you deserve

Mark Scotchford © 15/09/2015


About markious72

Here I wish to let my strange and vivid imagination and opinions run wild. I do hope you like what you read. I would love to be a writer, I won't pretend otherwise. Although it is only in the last couple of years that I have realised it. I guess if it meant to happen it will. Happy reading, happier writing. :-)
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