So now
Bit of an odd sonnet this turned out to be, it's about a nice guy who gets sick of being nice, so he stops.
So now
So now I know nice is liked, but not desired,
Now I know you’re unkind, but are.
I seem to think that you’re a liar,
I seem to know you’re life’s deluded star.
I wanted to be liked for who I am.
I didn’t think I deserved your ire.
But I was an idiot, well God-bloody-damn,
I guess to diff’rent heights I will aspire.
As a bastard pulling strings I will go far,
I’m playing with your life, like fire,
I inhale power and perfume like it’s tar,
Your life entwined with mine, both sinking in the mire.
I’m an arse ‘cos you didn’t like me nice.
Now I’m not, does it seem strange I entice?
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