Doctor, Doctor – Please

I am the horn of justice
running you through for game …
I promise you nothing more
beyond this simple aim …
I’m evening up the score
removing your boastful name
from my repertoire of song …

I who laughs the loudest
is crying behind his smile …
The lure of empty promises
has led many a man astray …
What could a stealthy argument mean
between born enemies
forced to share common space
in an uncomfortable empty chair? …

Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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