I really want to post this on another writers forum where I am a member but I cannot because it would be like pouring oil onto an open fire....

This poem is for the soul benefit of the readers of sensitize, the Pleasure Dome and the Dome website. It is about the manager of sensitize - I will say no more than that!

The phone rang on my birthday

Could it be a dear friend ringing to wish me happy returns?

Was it my parents with a happy song ?

No! it was a man intent to frighten me in my own home!



Nasty spitting down the phone

Threats to record his bleeting moan

Threats to set the fuzz on me

All because he cant handle honesty



So now I wait for the police to phone

To play me back his moaning drone

I think I will wait till the day I die

Because I am many things but I do not lie



Ask yourselves who shouts the most

Ask yourselves who really boasts

Ask yourselves who bitches the loudest

Ask yourselves who is the lout here



I have dealt with suicide myself

I have fought depression with truth to self

I have stood by my friends despite everything

I will continue to do so despite of him



Wipe this off if considered flaming

But I respond because of the defaming

Of my name and of a friends

I hope to see this come to an end!



To the weak specimen in question

How pathetic is it going to get then?

Threaten me all you want

Its meaningless drivel cos you are a C*%T!