Two Sides To Every Story – Especially Yours

He was left out in the cold.

While the right of him grew old.

Tired of the bloody games, the right was done then.

Enough of mayhem!

Could the left not see then?

What was the problem?!

The left was skidding

While the right, now gritting

It’s teeth, began to say

If this lasts for one more day

They’ll be hell and hell to pay

YOU’LL BE LEFT IN THE DUST!

And if I kill you, you must

Forgive me,

I’ve had it up to here with you!

You force me to do what I do!

I listen till my face is blue,

But you, are you even listening?

Or am I just talking to myself…