A Writer's Wonderland [PDF] - University of Portsmouth

I’d gain nothing if I rise to yell,
two months before we say farewell
You see, I don’t want to have all hell break loose,
to be the noose, to be the cause,
the catalyst for household wars
by illustrating all her flaws.
I feel my oesophagus expand with strands of verbal slams,
like the waistband of a fat man of my local burger van.
But to prevent this terrible, inevitable riot; I keep quiet
two years I’ve been on my verbal diet.
I just sit and smile and take it in
screaming ‘fuck yourself’ behind my grin.
But mark my words when I pack and leave,
and wipe fake tears off with my sleeve
the fat bitch will find her cupboards bare
and see her food no longer there
and as repayment for all the pain she cast
she’ll find a sachet
of slim fast.
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