Choke.
You and your conspirators talk behind my back.
You like to see me fail..
My future you derail.
My reputation, shunted down the track.
Consider it your mission to quell my raw ambition.
My ideas and my values you attack.
Consider me inferior and weak.
Criticize and patronise in every word you speak.
Opinionated words describe the qualities I lack.
Consider my intentions to my careful apprehensions, a mockery, no more than a joke.
Don’t hold your breath thinking I might falter.
Don’t wait for my agreement or my opinions to alter
The subject of some mean and twisted joke..
Because if you do I know you’re gonna choke..
You laugh at me behind my back, your scorn disguised as pity.
Consider me a fantasist, a man like Walter Mitty.
A dreamer, without charm, a weaker man than most, devoid of all integrity and hope..
Not your sort of man, nor your cup of tea, a loser, an outcast and a joke.
When you’re forced to eat your words, I hope you choke.
Some would say that jealousy is hidden.
Deep within those people who admire.
Deep within our critics and supporters,
Corrosive from within, it smoulders like a fire.
Maybe I should excuse your constant slander.
Conceal the axe, and be the bigger bloke.
Try to understand your belligerence and candor.
Forgive the words of hatred and the prejudice you spoke.
Words on which I hope you choke.
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Chris Duffy (
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A poem that speaks venom from being stepped on. Clearly worded it speaks of a relationship that does not match with different values and expectations. Nicely worded.
Thank you.
You were close in your appraisal of my poem.
It was more of a work - reputation disagreement.
A sense of anger at being used and stepped on in a relationship that clearly had many difference's, nicely expressed
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Not typical of your stuff Chris - what happened?
I look forward to your posts and a good laugh.....
Hi Dave.
Thank you for the comment.
Strangely, everyone who commented sensed a sort of hidden anger.
I wrote it rather too quickly last night., rushed to finish it.
I was initially disappointed at the outcome But on reflection, it says, all I wanted to say.
The truth of the matter is, that since my Parkinson's diagnosis in 2018 Aged 55, The Industry I worked in for many many years all of my working life in fact, kind of wrote me off.
I wrote a book about my experiences and the people I met in the Parkinson's community. Those who truly inspired me and I came close. to sealing a deal with many many big retailers on about 4. or 5. occasions. The mistake I made was to announce that I'd got the deal when it was very much in the early early stages, although everything looked positive.
Because of that positivity, and despite all that was going wrong in my life at that time, many people in the industry I worked in for more than 40 years People I knew as friends, talked behind my back. Didn't consider me to be a serious writer and without reading the book many condemned it out of hand Behind my back.
The book Zombie My Life with Parkinson's is available from amazon in the UK Australia United States , Canada and I'm not sure about New Zealand.
I am not normally the kind of guy who seeks retribution, Or one. who bears a grudge, for the last 5. years have been very very hard for myself my wife and family. despite this I'm proud of the fact that I've been able to help other newly diagnosed people play an active part in the local PD community gaining inspiration from the people who are the bravest of the brave.
My book tells of many quotations, words I held onto throughout difficult times.
number 1. my mum used to say if your legs hurt climbing a mountain Imagine the view when you get to the top.
Number 2. spoken by a Buddhist monk I happened to meet on my journey A man who Signposted by recovery I'm a crippled drunk to a better man.
This young man said to me "Nothing in this life is a foregone conclusion."
and number 3. quotation I found on the Internet And I keep pinged above exercise machines at eye level The Message is " The The devil whispered in my ear You're not strong enough to survive the storm. today I whisper in the devil's ear, " I am the storm!"
My very best wishes to you and yours.
PS All of my reviews, mention the humor intermingled with tragedy,.This I am delighted to hear because ,before this, I thought, that only you and * shared my strange sense of humour 🙂
Much love.
Mrs Duffy/'s eldest
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