shocked by your lack of truth
impressed by your clever –
but not actually clever remarks

no, it is never your fault
never down to you
nothing you could have done
not your problem

the many sides of my personality
no different to yours
some coloured
some like doors

it’s funny –
how lately –
i have embraced –
the written word

you write with it
it drips –
from nasty messages
the ones you send to me

nerves drowned in gin
gardens overgrown with sin
song and dance left in the tin

the clickety click
of the chattering teeth
the clackety clack
of the poison tongue