Past the Point

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