A Real Sellout
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Sunday, September 5,2010, @ 11: 16 AM
It's for you these words I write
I hope you sleep well at night
My name your words now smear
For you, I won't even shed a tear
Are you happy with the decisions you've made?
What about the friends you've betrayed?
What about the lies you've told?
What about the friends you treated so cold?
At least my conscience is clear
To your friends, you were never sincere
You were a friend I once held near
Your cries in the night no one will hear
About yourself is all you care
One day you will end up in total despair
You are mixed up in a dirty affair
Shame is the price you shall bear
Deceitful and spinning a web of lies
You and the Devil are true allies
You will come to your own demise
For prudence, you will never exercise
So Many years friendship wasted
Bitter fruits are now being taste
For you, I don't hold any malice
Any care once held is now callous
My mistake was thinking you were a friend
I thought on you I could depend
I had thought that you were a godsend
I suppose that was all just pretend
This I do without any apprehension
Stricken now your name I shall no longer mention
You are foul, crude, and cannot be trusted
For now, of you, I am feeling disgusted
Money is where you've found your happiness
Your heart one day shall feel the sadness
Wondering through life you trod aimless
You've proven that you are truly classless
Thanks for the lookout
You tried you best I doubt
Now I now what you're all about
You truly are a real sellout
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem