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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365669" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Betrayed!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Giselle and I had been toughing it out, <br>With arguments every day, <br>She loved to spend, and I was the bank<br>To the point that I said, ‘No way! '<br>Then she pouted, much as she'd always done<br>And she dragged me into her bed, <br>That was the weapon she always used<br>When trying to turn my head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She spent it faster than I could earn<br>Though I'd had a win on the gee's, <br>A seeming broken-down six year old<br>A gelding with rickety knees, <br>I knew the horse was a stayer, though<br>In a field of sprinting mares, <br>And after the twenty-five hundred mark<br>Went rocketing past them there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd dropped a grand, two hundred to one, <br>The bookies had thought me mad, <br>But I was rolling in bags of cash<br>That evening, back at my pad.<br>Giselle had snaffled a grand or two, <br>The rest went into the bank, <br>I wanted to buy a house and land<br>And I had that horse to thank.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Giselle just wanted to spend and spend<br>And I finally told her ‘No! '<br>It was more important to save than splash<br>On clothes or a picture show, <br>She'd disappear for days on end<br>Then come back, looking for cash, <br>And every time that I told her no<br>She'd use her tongue, like a lash! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I got a call on a Thursday night<br>To meet her up in the town, <br>She wanted to meet in the basement<br>Of a car-park, underground, <br>I thought I should, I could meet her there<br>And finally call it quits, <br>There wasn't a whole lot of love to share, <br>That part had fallen to bits.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I parked the car and I saw her there<br>But she stood, and waited for me, <br>Close to a concrete pillar, then<br>A shadow was all I could see, <br>A guy came out and pointed a gun<br>And Giselle said, ‘Go on, shoot! '<br>I heard the retort, two bullets fired<br>As they tore through my business suit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don't recall there was too much pain<br>Just the echoing sound of the shots, <br>I swayed and crumpled, my knees gave way<br>I thought I was dead on the spot.<br>I lay unable to move while she<br>Rifled my pockets through, <br>Took my passbook, spat in my face, <br>Said: ‘That's what I think of you! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They found me there in a pool of blood, <br>I don't remember the rest, <br>The police were sat by my hospital bed, <br>They said they'd made an arrest.<br>They'd picked the guy and had matched the gun<br>When Giselle had put him in, <br>And he must have emptied my bank account, <br>She said - It was all just spin! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They thought they'd left me for dead out there, <br>Had freaked when I was alive, <br>Giselle thought she could cover herself<br>By telling a thousand lies, <br>She'd been ‘an innocent bystander', <br>She said, was scared by the gun, <br>She'd wanted to meet me there, she said, <br>Hit the town, and have some fun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She came to visit and sat by the bed, <br>Looked sick and she cried a lot, <br>She asked me what I remembered, and<br>I said, ‘Not even a jot! '<br>I could have had her arrested then, <br>Made a statement based on fact, <br>But I had my very own vengeful thoughts, <br>And that would put paid to that.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shooter they found dead in his cell, <br>Strung up with a blue striped tie, <br>He just couldn't face a life in jail<br>While Giselle stayed high and dry.<br>They'd seen each other behind my back<br>She'd sucked him in for the kill, <br>I hid my total contempt for her<br>But it called for an iron will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It took three months and she moved back in, <br>She was finally over her fear, <br>But needed to cover herself, I knew<br>She'd leave, when the coast was clear! <br>She had my money, all stashed away, <br>In a locker at Central Park, <br>I'd found the key in her underwear<br>As I roamed around in the dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One night I said we should take the train, <br>Go down and take in a show, <br>We got to the end of the platform, and<br>I hustled her down below, <br>Down and into the tunnel, said: <br>‘We're taking a shorter way! '<br>Revenge is a dish served cold, I thought, <br>I was cold as cold that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We came to an iron grating that<br>I lifted, to hustle her down, <br>Down on a rusty ladder to<br>The sewers, run under the town.<br>I cuffed her there to a water pipe<br>While she screamed and kicked and spat, <br>When I left her stood in the sewage there<br>I could see the first grey rat!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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With arguments every day, 
She loved to spend, and I was the bank
To the point that I said, ‘No way! '
Then she pouted, much as she'd always done
And she dragged me into her bed, 
That was the weapon she ..."></div>
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