Method of Madness…


The Bandwagon’s in town,

the prey is your purse.

Nobody is safe,bandwagon

from hysterias curse.

You can scrub all you like,

you won’t get the “all clear”,

cos the Vultures get rich,

off the campaigns of smear.








Don’t lie.

I see more than you know.

You can’t keep your pants up,

your dick runs the show.

I’m disappointed.

I’m hurt.

I thought you were strong.

But you’re nothing so special.

About you, I was wrong.




Two wrongs…


My conscience isn’t heavy,

we’re even,

I believe…

Between us we have secrets,

together we deceive.

Suspicious every minute,

our guilt makes us accuse,

green eyed monsters know no reason,

each others trust we both abuse…




Better late than never…

Hickory dickory dock

Your love was all a crock.

You’ve had your fun,

now we’re dusted and done.

Hickory dickory dock.


Huckory duckory dick.

You really are a prick.

I’ve dumped you for good,

like I long ago should.

Huckory, duckory dick.

We are not “us”…

I dropped a question by surprise

and worry flickered in your eye’s 

 as you quickly thought up liesliar

to back up other past denies.



You’re fooled to think I’m none the wise,

that I’d ignore instinctive cries.

The you I loved I now despise,

Dishonest words brought our demise.

The lack of us…

Where is the effort you promised?

Where is the regret you expressed?

Where is the love you declared?


I see nothing that encourages me.

I hear empty words being spoken.

I feel bitterness growing in my heart.


Is this your idea of togetherness?

Am I supposed to settle for less than to be happy?

Should we not let go of what is already gone?


What are you sorry for?


You say  you “did nothing wrong”.

 Yet,  you’re sorry..?