What Pissed Me Off....Again

Tuesday, 23rd August 2005

The Backside of Anger

My mother got an SMS,
No wait, got three or four.
My mother saw the words therein.
And wondered what they're for.

They came from one I know so well,
An unsound mind unclear.
Oh no, her name I shall not tell.
Let's call her Dinky dear.

Dinky said I'm stalking her.
For two years running straight.
Dinky said she's had enough.
And I should be afraid.

Dinky said I called her names.
And made shit of her life.
Dinky said I accused her of;
Make child before be wife.

Dinky said I hate-tagged her.
For I wanted her man.
Dinky said she checked it out.
And has a little plan.

Dinky sounded scandalized,
Dinky sounded so sad.
Dinky made it sound so true.
That I was oh so bad!

Dinky wants to meet my mom.
She wants to have a word.
Dinky said her mom can also.
Make her feelings heard.

Dinky wants to go to court!
And try me with the law!
Dinky wants to make me pay!
For what I've "said" before.

All Dinky wants is peace.
All Dinky wants is calm.
Dinky is the "innocent" one.
And Dinky wants no harm.

Dinky said a whole lot more but
I'm running out of rhyme.
So I will now say what I know.
And it's the truth this time.

Now, all the words that Dinky said.
Caught me quite off-guard.
If it is true what Dinky claims,
Then make me cross my heart.

Go not behind my back and whine,
Into my mother's phone.
If my mom did not tell me this,
I never would have known!

That Dinky's out to smear on me,
To make her shit look good.
Like children in a nursery,
Unlike how adults should!

Adult to adult, face to face,
No mommies daddies here.
No fake sob tale nor made-up lies.
That's what I want, you clear?

Meet me up and slam me down,
With all the things I "said".
All this smacked right to my face.
And all my so-called "hate".

If you're honest, if you're right.
The truth will set you free.
But sneak behind my back like this.
You're just as "bad" as me!

Why can't you deal with me direct?
Why must this be so lame?
Involving mummies, grannies here.
Tell me, what is your game?

I don't care now what you do.
For you're just raving mad!
I just want to let it through,
You're just a lying cad!

Don't kid yourself about your man,
I have a better deal.
I never "stalked" nor said "shotgun"
All my old wounds have healed.

I have no hatred, no remorse.
I did you nothing wrong.
But you just can't stop singing still,
Your little lying song.

Say what you want, my mind is clean.
Mom said you might be sick.
I'd love to have you as my friend.
But to the hate, you stick.

Pure and simple, Dinky dear,
I know the things you did.
I know the shit you said of me.
Your mind, I sometimes read.

I care that not, I'll say again,
The truth will set us free.
Got angry once, your bitter tags,
But He is fair, you see.

Whatever happens there will be,
No evil from my side.
Do what you do, say what you want.
But just don't run and hide.

I tell you now, I tell you this,

I'm really not afraid.

I just am sick and weary now,

Of your endless tirade.

Tis' what I say, take it for real.
I say it in a poem.
For that's how one speaks to a child,
To hit the message home.

Dinky dear, this is too long.
So I will end this now.
I wish you love and life and health.
And you'll find peace somehow.

Harry Potter had his wand.
Samantha had her nose.
I have no magic for myself.
Just this moronic prose.

The End

(or so I hope)