Once Too Many

For many moons, I have patiently awaited the day
When I might be able to force your hand-
Though, at each turn, naught has gone as planned;
When confronted by your many lies, what would you say?
With a blatant disregard for all that is good and decent,
You have lied, stolen and maliciously manipulated,
Without thought of the destruction, or lives devastated;
I only just broke free from your most recent
Attempt at the infliction of even more pain-
You show your true self, time and again!
You may only run so far and hide, so long,
As though the woman who cried 'wolf! ', once to many,
Not so many listen as you sing the same old song-
In fact, I would be terribly surprised if there were any!

-Maurice Harris,24 April 2011

poem by Maurice Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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