STICKS AND STONES
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
Say what you want
Stamp and rant
You won’t get anything
No gold or diamond ring
So why not give up
Go and find another mug
As now I know you are just a thug
A joke
Stand next to the chimney and go up in smoke
You are not wanted
You are pure evil
Related to the devil
Take his hand dance with him
Retract your claws sharp like a pin
I’m not standing here waiting to be torn
Your voice stings like wasps about to swarm
Life would have been better if you’d never been born
© Fiona Cummings
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