Ideas

I rid myself of you at long last
though you stay a wart upon my past.
Sleepless nights and pain deep within
grudgingly came from you, not given!

I remember how on that very first night
you took advantage of an unfair fight.
That fiery night when your ghostly shape
came to me as I boozed upon the grape!

Looking beyond the empty page I saw you
innocent, naively I watched, you grew.
Remorse? Not mine, your bewitching crime
you’ve been a b*tch to me this time!

Winging in the post to be another’s pest
dispatched you are gone, I am at rest.
Free of you I can drink and have some fun
an idea? God! Here comes another one!

sonofadam