Two Wrongs

Vindictive bitches

poncing round in

stripy britches,

looking for some

lame excuse,

to give a man

some stealth abuse.

 

It’s payback for

some mean ideas,

that mummy pumped

between their ears,

the victim’s slumped

in floods of tears,

vendetta lumped

into arrears.

 

It might be pay

but it ain’t back,

when it’s an

unprovoked attack,

it’s forward,

and the outlook’s black.

 

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