Don't come to me asking for redemption
I gave last Christmas
Hella good it did
Now I'm more careful
where I spend my forgiveness
I'd give my last dollar to a busker,
my last smoke to a truant kid
before I'd give you a damn
You want atonement, go to a priest
or a whore
They make money listening
to lies
You can count your sins
You can count your rosary beads
You can count me gone, and
I'll count myself lucky.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Fireblossom Friday, Redemption
6 comments:
with attitude...
smiles.
and i would think your narrator better off indeed.
And THAT's how she feels about THAT! Sometimes a girl's got to know when to stop being nice and protect herself from people like that.
sometimes ignoring and walking on with a smile is louder and more poignant than inner reactive negativity
then, sometimes it is chathartic and it does purge, though, to speak out I guess this was one of these times
:-)
I would show this to those who think that rebirth is a simple matter, and say "See? I told you this redemption thing was a tricky business."
damn straight, lolamouse.
Ah... bitterness can keep one going for a while. Better to forgive and FORGET. But yes, anger does take us for a ride - and helps us lick our wounds a bit, I suppose.
I do like this edgy rant, it has passion and an anger that I think we have all experienced at some point in our lives (at least a bit)
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