~ ~ #Poem – Chanteuse
~ main post here ~ https://ashleybovan.wordpress.com/2015/06/03/poetry/
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Chanteuse
You were always singing
nothing wrong with that
like god meant you to
but I never guessed (how could I?)
how bad you’d get
Even now, I don’t want to take it in
that special delivery, at my door
I’m out – don’t hear the bell
a parcel of your diaries
scripture of the damned
deliver us from evil
How could you see what I was doing?
– in your religion, women die first
I try to work around your ways
but you just wait for fall
put the boot in
iron fist to win the war
lose the plot
Now you’re alright
work miracles