23 April 2014

Sign of the Times

Not my fault!
He was drunk.
His brain
In a funk,
With Drugs.

Okay though
I was safe wiv me knife

Not MY fault!
He lashed out
Aimed for me face
Couldn’t have that -
Flippin’ disgrace!

Okay though
I still had me knife

Not my FAULT!
He shoulda
Stood back.
He shoulda known
I would attack

Okay then, I
Reached for the knife

Asked him outright
Your life or mine?
He didn’t reply
Didn’t give him
The time

Honest, Your Honour
It WASN’T my fault

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  1. A rather scary bit of word fencing going on here - a right sign of the times...

  2. Hi Jinksy, oh dear, it's been a long time! I will try to get over to yours soon ... but bear with me, I don't have too much time left after and between hospital appointments and the like (not mine!).

    I think I gave this piece a good title. I believe I was mad at the world when I wrote it.

  3. Valerie, you're not sure is a sign of the times. You nailed it!

    Excellent piece!

    Have a terrific Wednesday, dear lady!

    X to you and Joe!

  4. Thanks Ron. And it's getting worse out there, it makes me wonder what can be done to stop it.

  5. It's always someone else's fault.I enjoyed your poem, Valerie. Thanks for your kind words on my posts.

  6. But Valerie is there anyone to hear the plight of the is really getting worse day by day..

  7. A very dramatic poem Valerie, very well done. Definitely a sign of the times.

  8. ha. its never our fault...or one wants responsibility...smiles.

  9. I can smile and nod and know that I was once there. There's so much freedom that comes with personal responsibility. It's one of those oxymorons that I've come to love.


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