Your Late

you live in lies
fabrications
delusion
denial
childlike fantasies

i live in truth sense
not in negative denials

you say
the way i
treat you sucks

yet it is you
always hours late
for every rendezvous

even in your late time
your late

i paid for your food
your drinks
your friends

i paid for your clothes
your i-pod
your cell phones
your lap top

your cell phones
limited edition model
ego demanded

i paid for hotels
for holidays
for your taxis
for your shopping

i paid your bank account
your credit card bills
your needed operations

you always complain
your always negative
your always late

actually your right
one of us has an attitude
an attitude that sucks

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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