"ganger" poems
My own eyes betray me.
They fight down any chance of peace.
I approach you as a friend, and they **** you into foe.
Scatter my handshake into reproach.
I promise, my intentions are clean
Even if they give you ***** looks.
If there’s one person you can’t trust
It’s that ****** that sits at your emotional steering wheel.
He looks like you
Dresses like you
Sounds like you
Everyone thinks he IS you.
He’ll take any ******* chance he’s got to drive you into brick walls
And bail for you to take the blame,
Nothing but a dopple-ganger
Trying to justify the actions of a psychopath
Who stays out of sight
Convenient,
I’ll always take the fall.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
they squeeze
they press and pressure and push
until i decide to
pop
and do their bidding
and be a 'ganger
one of them
and then the others,
the true and tested,
the tried and done,
they cry and wonder
what the hell i have done
submitting to the evil
turning to stone
not knowing that the action
it's influence, invincible
unchangeable
not my fault
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC