To a bum,

Member since 2003 · Posted 4 Sep 2003 · 3 comments

Your redemption was to make me feel sorry -- Well, I'm not sorry anymore. What you "felt like" is what you are; I'm not sorry for that. I am not the one who stabs backs I am not the one who can lie with a straight face because I've had so much "practice" I am not the spoiled egg who needs an entourage And I am not sorry for what you've made of yourself. You used dialogue to mask threats to sink me -- Well I'm not listening anymore. I've seen what you look like under the stage paint, What writhes under your skin, And my eyes have never lied to me.

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[9] jonnyduk 4-Sep-03/12:19 PM Reply

Sounds angry yet emotional, am i stupid? good poem.

[7] J.B. Manning 4-Sep-03/1:26 PM Reply

I like it a lot, but I'm slightly confused by the title vs. the context. It seems more like you're talking to a familiar acquaintance of some sort, rather than a stranger on the street. Or maybe you're calling that acquaintance a loser of life? Hmm, that could be what I originally missed.

[7] shadowaura 5-Sep-03/4:23 PM Reply

a bum indeed..."i've seen what you look like under the stage paint"...that line was perfection