A Poem by Richard Bachman

You treat me like a w***e

Some damn prostitute

That you can slap around

In the back of an alley


Push me against the wall

Against the dumpsters

Until you’ve came inside and out

Throw your money in my face


Slap me with a check

Because that'll make up for it all

Spit on the floor and zip it all up, your emotions

Because we’re done, and we never had the chance to talk


We’re threw here

So finished

And I’m all used up

Like some w***e in the back of an alley


I gave it all

In just a few moments

So much that you’ve never cared about me

Or just to call, and say hi



What have I done, but

Give it all to you

Like a w***e

In a moment’s notice


All my life

Growing up

That’s what is has always been

Between you and I (crappy relationship)


But I won’t say a word

I will take your check

And you take my pride

Down in your jeans and sticky pockets


I was never much,

If you used me all up

Now go on, sister

Leave me again.

© 2010 Richard Bachman

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I really love this writing & the desperate tone that rings with
misunderstanding and resignation. wonderful work.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Richard Bachman
Richard Bachman

Phoenix, AZ

I'm a Freshman at The University of Arizona. I'm a pre-pharD student, and I figured I'd share some of my writings. I'm interested in classics and poetry. My favorite poet is Sylvia Plath, but I don't.. more..

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A Poem by Richard Bachman