Enough Poem by Michael Moorcroft

I’ve had it with your games,
And your far fetched claims,
I’m done with your bitterness,
And your lack of kindness,

You try to put me down,
And say I’m a clown,
I can’t take it any more,
Take yourself to the door.

You think you’re so big,
I think you’re a pig,
I’m under dictatorship,
I think I’m gunna flip.

You sit there so smug,
Your face like a mug,
So good at deception,
To late for redemption.

© Michael Moorcroft August 12th 2009