You often think
\nOf arse wipe one
\nAnd all the shit
\nThis Kunt has done
\nYou took the rap
\nThese passed 12 years
\nAnd have cried a bucket full
\nOf tears
\nEach moment,really on your own
\nAnd all his shit
\nTook it alone<\/p>\n
A women of such true esteem
\nA warrior who dreamed her dream
\nHis spiteful disregard for you
\nOf all the vindictive things to do
\nA malevolent spirit
\nA vicious role
\nHe stole your love
\nThat vile arse ole<\/p>\n
He tortured you
\nAnd let you be
\nThe victim of his insanity<\/p>\n
He tested every moment, he
\nMade you fight the indignity
\nOf having to beg
\nOf having to weep
\nOf having to die
\nAlone in your sleep<\/p>\n
His merciless,ruthless lack of care
\nOf trying hard to be more aware
\nRetribution the need was yours
\nIt made you mistrustful
\nJust because<\/p>\n
Your heart was good
\nHe grudgingly
\nMade you resentful,importantly<\/p>\n
Whilst this has all happened
\nTime flew passed
\nYour child is now 12
\nThe die is cast<\/p>\n
His infancy and his childhood too
\nHis moments of ill health
\nEach day through<\/p>\n
You were his mother
\nand his father all through
\nAnd all that stress was placed on you<\/p>\n
You fought his battles
\nYou calmed his brow
\nHis sweet autism was really how
\nThe complexity and prescriptive grace
\nHow you needed to just keep pace<\/p>\n
The accountability day in day out
\nAlone you were
\nAn ongoing rout<\/p>\n
Your freedom to roam
\nTo love and to be<\/p>\n
Were forfeited conscientiously<\/p>\n
You built a life
\nAround your son
\nA truancy a life undone
\nAnd all the while
\nYou brought to bear
\nA disdainfulness. That would have to
\nAir
\nOn the truest side
\nHis improbity
\nHis worthlessness
\nAnd his laxity<\/p>\n
A-good-for-nothing
\nA scoundrel,he
\nBound up in skullduggery<\/p>\n
But he has missed a great deal too
\nHe has blatantly neglected you
\nHis ungenerous, covetous,egotistical way
\nSaw his heinous depraved sense of decay<\/p>\n
You sweet Claudia took it on board
\nThe price was more than you could afford
\nHis guilt, sank to depths untold
\nWhilst you my dear
\nYou,could hold<\/p>\n
Onto a virtuousness
\nA warrior true
\nA principled soul
\nGoodly all through<\/p>\n
A dedication to a noble path
\nFar away from his graceless wrath<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
You often think Of arse wipe one And all the shit This Kunt has done You took the rap These passed 12 years And have cried a bucket full Of tears Each moment,really on your own And all his shit … Continue reading