My Man

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

He was a liar.

He was a fraud.

He kept a watch in his back pocket,

And down the road he trod.


He was a weirdo.

He was a freak.

He would hunt for a pigeon all day long,

But he’d only keep the beak.


He was a stalker.

He was a spy.

He hid in the bushes

Whenever people walked by.


He was a bully.

He was a jerk.

He loved to fight,

But hated to work.


He was not okay.

He was not fine.

But that lying, spying, stalking, walking, hunting, hiding, no one of a man was mine.


Submitted: October 03, 2018

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