He lied again
Right to my face
Said he was at the bar
It’s his hiding place
He lies all the time
Drinks night and day
And spend hours away
Doing what I can’t say
I’m now past the point
Of angry and mad
Irate is the emotion
I suddenly had
I won’t do this anymore
I have had enough
Out the door he goes
With all of his stuff
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – irate
Change the locks, too.
Good write.
Thanks much!
Good one! 😍
Thank you!
You’re welcome 😉