Azores Pedro

about a guy I know that's always causing trouble

You’re always pushing buttons

Is that why you can’t relax?

Nervous laughter trips you up

You’re always casting glares over your shoulder

 

Sneaking round like a mouse

Snarly teeth smile hoping no one will beat you

Always on the borderline

How you fool the fools is beyond me

 

I laugh at you

Knowing your days are numbered

The walls are talking

The soul hunters are coming

 

You cant out run the wrongs you caused

You’re only 35 but you look 3,005

Keep testing the fires, you’re bound to get burned

What have you gotten yourself into?

 

Being pathetic might get you by a year or two

One day no one will feel sorry for you

All alone the stomping comes quickly

 

I laugh at you

Knowing your days are numbered

The walls are talking

The soul hunters are coming

Author's Note

let me know what you think

Reviews

[MOON]

Well penned some people teach you how not to be.

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

so true thank you very much

[Heather]

Misery does take a toll on the body. I like how you repeated the third stanza at the end. Your distaste for the actions of this person are well penned in this poem.

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

thank you I'm glad I was able to pen out how I feel and have it touch other people.