Harry Wins
Posted: Monday, March 01, 2010
by Kian Ultan Andrew
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Harry Wins
Harry has you, you'll probably die
"You're ok you've got God!" You lie
A job, some cash! Shoot that stash
You're out right now, selling your gash
You lie to me, yourself and God
Harry's your husband, your lover, your god
I hate you, you, hurtin' cow
You bitter bitch, who's got you now?
Ruttin' in some dirty, dingy place
If I saw you right now, I'd spit in your face!
I've tried to forgive you, and give you that chance
You fucked it again, and with Harry you dance
Not a child I'd wish upon you
Barren whore, gutter's spawn
Satan's mistress, whom, even he detests
A daughter lost, rejected, forlorn
You chose to use
We both stood to lose
Did you enjoy it?
Was it worth it?
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
7:54:54 AM
K.U.Andrew
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Top-level comments on this article: (2 total)I love the audio recording of this! Can't wait for others to be able to hear it too.Thank you Bruce,I was extremely nervous about posting this poem at all, let alone recording a narration. I appreciate your comments!Kindest regards,Kian
This poem did not strike me as very well written at all. It is very bitter and sad. It sounds like you'r etalking about aome one who is in trouble - actually from you're writings the same type of trouble you have been in and you'd spit in their face? And hate is such a strong word. I'd be careful making comments like tatDoesn't make much sense. Not very God-like either.This is not one of your better poemsY, thank you so much for your comments.You are right, Andrea, in what you say.It is not very "God like", as a matter of fact, neither am I.It is a bitter and sad poem, that was the idea!That was some of the feelings I wished to express.I have feelings too, and you cannot, for one minute, tell me where I have come from. My other feelings were; betrayal, anguish, fear, anger, frustration, disappointment, hurt, abandoned, loss, etc.Hopefully, you can hear that in my voice, that sad mixture, that only one who has suffered, can truly hear.As much as I have been hurt, I have forgiven 10 fold.You of course, realise, that poetry is like a painting. A small slice of time, from the artist's perception. No right or wrong judgements, just 'how it is'.The fact of the matter is that, you, have no idea. If you take so much, so literally, maybe you need to stay away from poetry, allow those, who see it for what it really, is, to judge.Sincerest regards,K. U. Andrew
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