Bitter

Don’t like seeing someone succeed
Relish when they fail
If each of us was an object
You’d be a rusty nail

Don’t want to do anything
Then moan about your life
Put down every women
Wonder why there is no wife

Everything that’s said
Harks back to the past
Unless there is change
Bitterness will last

Always will be negative
Never a good word
Always have to gossip
Ask me what I’ve heard

Only when bored
That’s when I hear from you
Well time for me to say
Always something better to do

Tried to encourage
Help to change your ways
Never heard none of it
In a drunken haze

I’ve had enough
You’re an acquaintance not a friend
Time to say farewell
May all the fractures mend?

Mark Scotchford © 16/09/2016

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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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