Hate
I hate that bloke
Standing over there
With his designer jeans
And his floor polished hair.
He's moved into my house,
Into my bed space,
Even parks his car in
My old parking place.
He's taken my family,
He's taken my wife,
Taken every thing I valued
From my former life.
I really didn't know
Anything was wrong
I thought our marriage
Was lasting and strong,
Then I found my suitcases
Standing by the back door
And the keys that I'd used
Didn't fit any more.
Just a complete silence
Not a word of reply
To my anguished shouts
Asking her why.
So I picked up my bags
And went off on my way
Then I was told
He moved in the next day.
She wouldn't listen
To my pleas and tears
Apparently they'd been
An item for years.
His wife had found out
So it would seem
They decide to destroy
And shatter my dream.
I'm a civilised person
So i know never will
But I really do understand
A man's desire to kill.
He avoids my eyes
As we sit in the same bar.
Any acknowledgement
Would be many steps too far.
So now you know why
I hate that bloke over there
With his designer jeans
And his floor polished hair.