Skip to content

Epic   Fantasy   Friend   Funny   Love   Main   Nature   Other   Sorrow

HOUSE OF CARDS

He’s livin’ in a rented house of CARDS,
with the two faced QUEEN
OF nonexistent HEARTS.
I’ma finish everything she starts.
I’ll always call a spade a SPADE,
‘n that bitch plays perfectly both parts
of the aggressor, ‘n the victim.
I wish he’d CLUB ’em, then evict ’em.
He can take her DIAMOND with ’em.
Then ROYAL FLUSH it
as far as I’m concerned.

And if he keeps throwin’ around subs.,
’bout MY home – I’ma make sure that
this MOTHERFUCKER’S favor’s returned.

I, too, can toss around subliminals – discerned

 

They’re living in a house of cards,
‘n I’ve got a shaky hand.
One false move – they all fall – *BOOM*
52 cards laying flat – in the sand.
52 cards crashing down – under my hand.

 

I’ve become overwhelmingly tired
of her insignificant ass flatulatin’ – out of turn.

She’s jus tryin’ t’play up to her new last name??
Well then, today’s the fuckin’ day – she’s gonna learn.

This is a great example of what happens
when someone confidently repeats lies – out of a liars mouth.
You immediately gain your exposure.
Unfortunately for HER, she’s been exposed as a poser.
The entire family quickly had her all figured out.

I’ve thought about showin’ her (& her followers)
that I’m not as naive as she claims me – to be
She had a pass.
I was gonna ignore her lying ass.
She was gettin’ off – scott free

My absence on their big day, was the only way,
I felt the need to speak.
It went without sayin’ – that I don’t consider her family.
She can keep tryin’ t’turn those children on me.
But they love me, as much as I love them.
If she hasn’t already – soon, she shalll see.
She can’t hold them hostage forever.
That’s a promise, that I guarantee.

“I’m not the man, that they think me to be?”
There IS a stranger here, but I can assure her,
that one day she’ll find- it was never ME!

 

They’re living in a house of cards,
‘n I’ve got a shaky hand.
One false move – they all fall – *BOOM*
52 cards laying flat – in the sand.
52 cards crashing down – under my hand.

 

She’s the second coming, of a familiar sheep.
Our family’s seen her likes before.
She’s not at all unique.
She feeds off all of his lies, ‘n then looks stupid – when she repeats
That shit sounds awfully familiar – K2.. Yes, indeed

But, no more ‘Mr. Nice rome’.
it’s time she finally see..
I’m not the one that you slander.
I’ve tried speakin’ with candor.
But she’s pushed me well beyond that manner.
Every uneducated drivel of stupidity
that she’s geared towards my vecinity – Yes, Bitch..
All of your nonsense I’ve heard.
Her level of cluelessness as to the lies (from his mouth)
that she idiotically repeats,
goes above ‘n beyond absurd.

I’m the one that they all fear will verbally burn,
every God forsaken bridge they’ve tried to build together
for the family acceptance that she’s so yearned.

 

They’re living in a house of cards,
‘n I’ve got a shaky hand.
One false move – they all fall – *BOOM*
52 cards laying flat – in the sand.
52 cards crashing down – under my hand.

 

You know, it’s funny..
Every relationship he’s ever had,
he’s the one that always ends up wearin’ the skirt.

Which makes perfect sense,
since she’s the only one carryin’ balls.
Not just his, but also hers.
‘n where he’s lackin’ in a masculine chest,
she’s got juuuust enough t’fill the void left in his shirt.

In case she’s yet to realize.
She’s the brunt of every shop-talk joke they slur.
In fact, she’s gotten a new reputation
for being his ‘overly annoying, loud mouthed,
yet extremely insecure, follow him everywhere, BIRD’.
They say ‘she’s always on his shoulder.
He can’t ever speak, without her having to get in a word.’
Awe, hell. Who the fuck am I kiddin’?
They said that bitch gets in multiple wordSSSS.

It’s gotten to the point where
you can’t figure out who’s lies are worse. – his, or hers
The stories change each time they tell them.
Including the ones that you can easily tell that they rehearse.
Finishing each other’s sentences – like canary’s
they sing songs that we’ve already heard first.. hand
from the person who lived it.
But they’ve changed every verse.

Someday they’ll wish I was never coerced.

Keep prodding my mind,
‘n the thoughts get worse.

 

They’re living in a house of cards,
‘n I’ve got a shaky hand.
One false move – they all fall – *BOOM*
52 cards laying flat – in the sand.
52 cards crashing down – under my hand.

 

-rome ©2018

Share:
Published inMain

6 Comments

  1. This has to be your best by far Jerome! The emotion, the story, the structure, the repetition, everything fell into place. The more the story went on, the more you slammed those words down. A masterpiece!

    • Thank you so much!

      This is actually a sneak peek into my debut book.

      I figured I’ve been teasing it for a while.
      It’s ’bout time you all get to see some of what I’ve been pouring my heart into.

      Appreciate the love, my friend.
      As I told Kadda, my best poetry has yet to be read.

      I promise you! 💯

  2. This piece sounds so familiar of someone I once knew but turned out to be what you’ve described here. So much emotion you’ve put into this and I felt every bit of it as if it was my voice speaking here. Way to go! You killed it!

  3. “they sing songs that we’ve already heard first.. hand
    from the person who lived it.
    But they’ve changed every verse.”

    just a few lines for me to represent the greatness of it.. its an example of a masterpiece.. if i had to comment on everything it made me feel and think about, the comment would be pretty weird, so i’ll just stop here.. 🙂 it’s f-kin’ amazing!

Leave a Reply