by Ava St. Clair

Created on: May 14, 2008

He's gone now, but not forgotten
For the spell he cast was rotten
Incessant pontificating
Interspersed with words that were scathing
Never ending soliloquies
That caused my brain to freeze
Succumbing to his verbal squeeze
To ignore myself and fulfill his needs

The phone would ring and reflexively
I would answer to hear "Hey, it's me"
Then he would say his day was bad
And all the world was "oh so sad"

His "colon was swollen" and his blood pressure high
"Oh that's right, I forgot to say hi
And how was your day? Are you finished yet?
I have so much more to say before I forget"

He'd say goodnight when he had finished the chant
A moment for me he did not grant
He spoke only of him and the events of his day
Disregarding the fact I might have something to say
My thoughts were unimportant
And of no interest to him
But on occasion he would get a brief whim
To allow me to speak, but of course only of him

If I parroted his message and cajoled his deep need
To hear of his greatness, I had done a good deed
But if I didn't talk solely of him
I'd be putting myself out there on a tenuous limb
He'd let me twist and in the wind dangle
Then come in for the kill with a vicious word strangle
And shackle my voice with my words he would mangle

There was no use in defending my innocent words
Because my defenses were never heard
He selectively deflected the female voice
He could not hear women, but that was by choice

I finally awoke from this rotten spell
And defiantly told him he could go to hell
I was weary of hearing "It's all about me"
I salvaged myself by choosing to flee
And reclaiming my right to simply just be

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