PULL ME DOWN
Who the fuck do you think you are?
Who made you my judge and jury;
This ink is turning into venom, and you are now about to witness the full wrath of my fury.
Behind your computer you act like Goliath, so I will transform myself into David, and take you down with this sling;
You tried to stab me in the back, but under this coat hide’s an angel’s wing.
Your jealous rants truly got my attention, but hate me or love me I will now always remain here;
Maybe you didn’t realize I am an English lion, and my brain doesn’t recognize the word fear.
I don’t blame you for hating me, I am half your age and I have already accomplished so much more than you;
I guess each morning your reflection shines back a broken man, who hasn’t had one single dream come true.
I am writing this letter for you in pen not pencil, so no matter how hard you try these words will now never fade away;
You may be begging for me to quit, but trust me haters, I am here to stay.
Yes it is true you were writing poetry whilst I was still sucking on my Mothers tit;
But if I was you I wouldn’t brag, as after all those years of writing your verses are still sounding shit.
I play with these verses the same way I can play with your mind;
How can you judge who has talent, when your jealousy has made you blind.
I don’t send these letters defenceless into the sky,
Each sentence has a sting in its tail;
Bitch how can you question my destiny, I was born to do this, I wouldn’t even know how to fail.
You doubters can keep trying to pull me under this watery ink, but I will never stop swimming, my destiny will never be to drown;
So this letter is in dedication to you,
The little jealous fuckers, who tried to pull me down.
BARRY MOWLES ©2012