So fond of victim narratives
She tries them on for size.
They always seem to fit her
But they’re only a disguise.
The sins that she invents
For me boggle the brain
Her own she does not recognise;
Victimhood again.
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Jabberwocky (
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a good un and that's for sure .. thoroughly enjoyed sir... Neville
A very well perceived view of the growing need to be known as a victim. This one goes into my faves.
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