the final goal .

No time to drop the ball
Nor jump The line
Turn around on your call
You no longer
get to play
Your wicked games
In laughter
My eye's and heart
Are closed to you
all the things
Your trying to do
My Happiness
just sickens You
Makes you dig in deeper
Like a goal keeper
Keeping score
What for....
I kicked the final goal
Your arse......out my door
I've not forgotten
the horrors you placed
The things our kids
And i have faced
Or in fact your mind
Is two faced
Your Pointing towards
A dead end
You can't touch me
It's all just pretence
The world is at our
Defense .