Neither here nor there - And we both don't care

Better worded eloquently - then screamed about - and wasting me.

Either simple or its not.

Seems like words are all we got.

That repetitive old scene.

First we stop, then reconvene.

Still validity ain't sought.

We allowed this tie to rot.

I must be some kind of fiend,

Dose of you, than I am weened.

Division cuts, so we divide.

Splitting with fictitious stride,

Our repeated episode

Still pathetic in our mode

I don't claim - Misogyny.

Can I afford my own pity?

No, it isn't s**t I need, yet, 

Sugar-coated s**t, you feed.

Raging symphony, Take seat!

Hear the strings and brass compete.

Slow to buildup and  then erupt -

Our pathetic notes corrupt.

Frankly drained, and I am vexed.

Should it matter that I'm sexed?

In the night, shadows erect.

Just for morning to dissect.

Meaningless in time - its true!

Quickly earned, Then spent like you.

So am I...SO F**K YOUR SPITE!!!

We're both wrong and we're both right.

Author's Note

Its funny when someone tells you you're a coward for writing them how you feel...
I can - for the most part disagree....If not for pure interjections alone - I can put into exact WORDS what I mean and hate and need and want and dont know!....I'll write these words in front of you if you'd shut up...Bigger the coward who screams aimlessly saying nothing...

Reviews

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I find interesting your poem got over 170 views. But so no far any reactions. Anger poetry can sometimes be better then poetry full of gentle thoughts. I like your honesty strict hit into reader's eyes. There is lot of fighting spirit and keeping focus on problems. For me it's great poetry but for now I gonna shut.....up