lucygraywoolff

January 5, 2011

Diary of a Past Life with Shaymas Blarneystane

Filed under: treading a fine line — Tags: , — lucygraywoolff @ 7:08 pm

He fill(s) ed their life

With unforgettable,

Unforgivable strife.

Twisted a secreted,

Samurai knife,

Till it bled.

Clotted deep red.

Meted

Out the [abusive] counter transference.

His dark [nightmare] landscape life.

Was instilled,

And filled

Draped

With undeniable muck and filth.

See cos he’d been gang raped

Made wild life (un) merry

In deepest County Kerry.

‘Twas no bowl of cherries

With his drunken pa

And sozzled, beer swilling ma.

He ferries

To the shebeen.

Married

(in name only) to escape his madness,

Carried

To yet every corner of his psyche

Was filled chock to the brim with sadness.

His veins

Were injected with unadulterated badness.

As he d been made to pay,

He’d make sure he had HIS say.

Doesn’t reins

In

Stamp his little mark.

Bite and snip and nark.

Snigger, sneer.

Lecher, leer.

Jibe and jeer.

Snap & bark.

Rile & cark.

He’s a walking sin

Bin.

What an all-time wheeze, a lark,

Jacking

Smacking his oversized rubber lips.

He sips

His oversized [stolen] cappuccino,

Ready to up & at ’em……go!!!!

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