Super B***h

A Poem by Ronda

Some people have no morals...

You lie, you cheat, and you honestly steal
as you hand that plate full of bullshit to
the only one that matters for which
his ignorance eats upon so easily
with an unknowing smile.

You pump up that ego of yours because
nobody else will, when all the while
you know that deep inside of you lies a
dark festering demon that feeds your ego
by humiliating others by calling them
stupid among other names.

You talk s**t and spread rumors about
the good at heart so you can cover
your own a*s and blame them for
every incompetent move you have made
and I watch and listen to all of this
and sit back in complete amazement.

You think they gather to greet you, or
or so you want us to believe, but sweetie
I am on the insecurities that eat you up
at night and its only a matter of time
before the world won’t shed a tear
because of your words or actions anymore.

Inside I feel sorry for you, and I wish
you would pack up all your guilt,
unhappiness, insecurities, lies and anger
and get on the next plane to a town called
Somewhere Else and learn how to be
a human being again.

Well, one of these days, I will be able to
say and even hear your name
without the word “B***h” blurting out
at the end of the sentence.

B***h…