What more could I do
when my mind said, "You're through!"
No more opening a door,
no more shopping at the store,
or asking, "Would you please pick those things
up off the floor?"
Eyes stare back at me as if to kill me,
but I know no fear, I wipe a tear.
A sad affair, I took a dare,
and now all I can do is stop and glare.
So done with the attitude and so-called "Nice" acting rude!
* * *
There was once a man I knew,
he had many girls he didn't know what to do.
They thought he was fine, some made him,
"Mine." But things were all over when
they didn't tow the line.
He would start to behave in negative ways
act rather odd for days and days.
Once happy girls' thought, "He's strange."
Then their personalities would also change.
He would then blame them
for going out on a limb
to help poor him.
He would lie, cry, say he would die
if ever one left while he stood before them
with his raised chin cleft.
The weird man had no real reason
for dismissing each girl after a season.
No understanding of love,
the nerve of him,
he prayed to one Above,
yet still no Holy Ghost came like a dove.
The empty soul was like a mole,
blind to sunlight, enjoyed the night.
Used words to fight,
then one day no girls in sight.
So he left me with one question to ask,
"Devil, who might be your next task?"
Nicholl McGuire
when my mind said, "You're through!"
No more opening a door,
no more shopping at the store,
or asking, "Would you please pick those things
up off the floor?"
Eyes stare back at me as if to kill me,
but I know no fear, I wipe a tear.
A sad affair, I took a dare,
and now all I can do is stop and glare.
So done with the attitude and so-called "Nice" acting rude!
* * *
There was once a man I knew,
he had many girls he didn't know what to do.
They thought he was fine, some made him,
"Mine." But things were all over when
they didn't tow the line.
He would start to behave in negative ways
act rather odd for days and days.
Once happy girls' thought, "He's strange."
Then their personalities would also change.
He would then blame them
for going out on a limb
to help poor him.
He would lie, cry, say he would die
if ever one left while he stood before them
with his raised chin cleft.
The weird man had no real reason
for dismissing each girl after a season.
No understanding of love,
the nerve of him,
he prayed to one Above,
yet still no Holy Ghost came like a dove.
The empty soul was like a mole,
blind to sunlight, enjoyed the night.
Used words to fight,
then one day no girls in sight.
So he left me with one question to ask,
"Devil, who might be your next task?"
Nicholl McGuire
