Apr 05
There was a woman called Lisa Brennan,
Whose lies were as poisonous as venom,
She got inside my head,
She gnawed at my brain,
Caused me grief and pain,
Rosemary said, that she was well bred,
We don’t want well-bred liars.
Or people who think it’s ok to fabricate
I will be forgiving, I don’t hate,
I’ll walk away, I don’t have a right or a say,
They won’t listen to me,
I hope Lisa falls head first down a cesspit
I know full well she won’t admit,
That she is a fantasist, taking the piss,
out of vulnerable souls like me,
I will forgive her,
And I will be free from the bad people who want to crush me. by Dorothy Maude