Miscreant

By emily2u | From the Heart | 2 Nov 2021

You’re not his match,
You’ll only be hurt.
Asked to play fetch,
Treated like dirt.

I know that miscreant,
I’m your predecessor.
He’s a real truant,
Big-time aggressor.

Oh, wicked he was,
Is and forever will be.
Operates in his own laws,
I didn’t know, damned me!

Lots of tears did I waste,
Till I realized he’s set in his ways.
Bitterness, don’t want you to taste,
For he’ll only darken your days.

*Photo by Puvvukonvict photography on Unsplash

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