Matt Burbidge:
Come on at me, let’s have it,
You stupid, sick slag
You can buy your promotion,
If you roll on your back
You may have all else fooled,
As Miss Cool, As Miss Calm,
But we both know the truth,
You’re a bitch, with no heart
Oh, Judy, I hate you, though mean you no harm,
It’s my right to loathe you,
When in your arms breaks my heart
You can call me self serving,
To want you as mine
But like that girl some guy screwed,
You’re nothing
Pretty, you may be,
Yes, and smart you are too
But at the core you’re a woman,
So I think nothing of you
Away I’ve slaved since that day,
And lay the blame at your feet,
For being so stupid
You will pay with defeat
Oh, Judy, I loathe you,
I want to skin you alive
Right after I’m done screwing,
With what’s left of your life
I am someone who sees you,
For the slag that you are
You may have all else fooled,
You’re Miss Cool, You’re Miss Calm
Away I have slaved for the right,
To loathe you, cheap slut
I have starved for these rights,
As a good policeman should
Oh, Judy, I’ll hurt you if of my heart you let go,
You will weep out my name,
In your dreams I’m your ghost
So, Judy, the way I choose to loathe you,
Is with a fist into the face
You’re running scared along these pavements,
Don’t you dare run away
Banished from the Malworth police force,
You! I’m blaming you!
Can’t you see, you left me scarred?
Soon, Judy, they all will know my name,
And soon they all will know the truth
Judy, from whom you all rely on for integrity,
Is nothing but a bit of skirt
She’s throwing up upon these pavements,
She’s hardly worth a thing
Narrator:
Now, let’s take a break from this exchange,
And move onto a different scene
Judy, recognise her? Our hero,
Unmoved by Burbidge’s plea
He pleads it’s his right to feed fuel to the hate,
If Judy’s late to react, then it’s her final day,
Stay still on your feet, step away from the street,
Hold your heart close to your throat
Yes, kindhearted fools may fall for mistakes,
But it’s best to be kind,
To be fooled, than to fake,
Now, let’s take a break from this exchange
As Ginny’s walking from the park,
One fateful night
From behind her, he grabs her,
He smiles with delight
As she’s stood there frozen,
He tears off her clothes,
Penetration entangled with the screams;
“No! No! No!”
Drummond’s the man,
Judy had a target on her back,
But because he couldn’t have her,
He quickly diverted his plan
Judy:
It hurts to feel,
I should feel relief it wasn’t me
But I can’t bear to see,
Another girl suffer in replace of me
Narrator:
Judy’s shaken,
As through the phone is Drummond,
She hid from him once
But he keeps coming,
Back and back for more
The world on her spits her, hits her,
It rapes her, tries to mediate her,
Then just when they believe her, they kill her
As Judy lay low to battle her demon,
Little Ginny lay still upon her bathroom floor
Bruised and battered, the poor girl,
Could stand straight no longer,
She was their’s
With whom they could do as they pleased,
As away she runs,
She falls towards the floor on her knees,
From a distance,
She hears the sound of feet
They approached her with ease,
But you see, Ginny, was a harmless girl,
Seemingly bulletproof, she’d been through Hell,
And as this figure approached her,
She lay still with her head in her hands
The girl she just lay there -
Unbothered by the rules that Malworth sold her,
It’s such a shocker
Where men, they rule the streets,
And exploit her to the highest bidder
But don’t detonate yourself into the prospect of reality,
Just yet
As these men are here to hire you,
Screw it, Ginny, that’s your role
You’re facing karma
For being such a slut some men will find attractive,
She looked up to face her fate,
But instead, she found someone understanding
Judy Hill, she was a DI,
Who has since stood at five foot five,
She was someone determined to save this soul,
From messing up her life
“It’s okay,” said Judy, with her arms wrapped tight,
As the girl lay beside her was drenched,
Scared she was,
Held in her arms,
“You’re safe now, I’m here, you rest”
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Author:
Kate (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
A poem of abuse and unbridled passion that looks at others as objects to own and disrespect. A world of violence and might is right. Brutal and raw it is a scarry place where honor and love have no place. Nicely written
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