Nemesis

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    Nemesis

     Dead and buried ah there’s the sound
    There’s nothing quite like enemies in the ground
    Knowing that their ability to inspire
    Trouble and other things did as well expire

    And then at last the rancor can abate
    You can go at night to their graves very late
    Bring not a fiddle no dancing on the grave
    No gleeful cackling and certainly do not rave

    But remember that which lies there made you
    Who you are now so give them their due
    For enemies get under your skin like a parasite
    Devouring you from within filling you with spite

    So walk over and rouse them from their sleep
    Tell them your joys and make them weep
    Let their mark upon you downward seep
    For friends come and go but enemies you keep

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    KLF commented on Nemesis

    06-27-2009

    I get this! people come and go, friend or foe.. And how true it is that they make you and some are family. It is the scars that our nemesis' make that are seemingly impossible to break free from. Nice rhythm and flow. Excellent read!
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    tenderpoison commented on Nemesis

    06-24-2009

    what is it they say...ah yes, Living well is the best revenge...but I don't suppose dancing on our enemies graves while gloating is any kind of detractor....although I don't know that I hate anyone enough to actually do it. lol
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    wheelsal commented on Nemesis

    06-23-2009

    Interesting read. I'd rather bury my enemies but hopefully have few or none. Some one said keep you friends close and your enemies even closer.
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    ginga commented on Nemesis

    06-23-2009

    What a lesson of life to be learned and hopefully not after one is buried. A unique and off color poem that wows me. Ginga
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    bitchywitch commented on Nemesis

    06-23-2009

    you have the old poet style..it's very refreshing
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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

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