Those perpetrators
Never feel guilty
For very long
They beat you UP
Burn you OUT
And toss you away
When you're --
NOT FUN
ANY MORE
When you don't --
RUN RIGHT
CRY RIGHT
Nor cry at all
Beg and moan
Cower in terror
Comply weakly
Towing the row
Bending in submission
Appealingly
When you're --
NO GOOD
ANY MORE
When you can't --
Work to pay
All their bills
When you can't
Produce
What they want
They're through --
WITH YOU
Variations arise
Within the mix
Stalkers are --
DIFFERENT
And similar
In pathology
Obsessions don't --
Flicker OUT
SO FAST
When perpetrators
DON'T LEAVE
No matter what
They're stalkers
Same-old
Same-old
Different variety
None of them --
Are any good
Nor worthy
Of any gifts
CHANCES
Nor dances
Of romances
Granted them
Any time.
By Lady Lost
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**As with all poetry, essays, correspondence and/or published letters, e-mails or other communications presented on this webpage, this poem is a personal subjective expression of its author's own feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and opinions. This statement is in no way intended to invalidate or minimize the powerful and poignant experiences of this author. However, this statement is intended to indicate that creative expressions such as these written forms of artwork are derived from their author's own personal feelings, thoughts, beliefs and opinions.
**No true name of the alleged perpetrator nor identifying information about the alleged perpetrator is presented upon this website. No portion of this work refers to child abuse, munchausens nor munchausens by proxy. This is a purely adult work.
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