Scapegoat

26/05/2021

Scapegoated

 

What is it about me People don’t like or get?

They look down on me,

Not caring what my health says or does,

Or do they forget?

Doesn’t matter I’m suffering terminally. 

Surely now the words they spout,

 They now regret?

As all people want to do ,

Is chat lies about he.

Saying I’m this,

Saying I’m that,

Hang on a minute,

Take a breather,

Take a step back. 

Before you bleat lies to others,

Face to face you should ask me straight.

Ask me for the facts.

I’m an approachable person,

So just ask me,

Before going behind my back.

Lies spread by others,

Can really knock your life,

Knock it Off the beaten track. 

Lies spread by others,

have me stretched out on a rack.

Why is it me,

Always the Scapegoat.

So keep your lies within your ugly mug of your traps!

Finally give me a break,

And stop judging me,

Just because of the medication that’s kept my cancer away from my bodies map.

 

Why Scapegoat me?

When I’ve all the medical proof I need,

Of how my cancer is being defeated,

Through the choice of herbs I breathe.

Get with the times,

As it’s about ‘high time’,

you both took heed.

The plant that is healing me is magical,

Strains of super weed.

Even though it’s medical,

And I’ve all the proof I need.

People still think it’s wrong,

Even though without it,

My cancer will start to bleed.

Have people not heard or read,

My words are the truth,

Can you not research and read?

Or is it too much for your simple heads?

Or is it you’d rather not believe,

Yet bugger your livers with your alcoholism instead.

You both should feel shameful. 

One in a childcare setting and another who’s career I’m now gunning for,

Over words in the past to me said.

Friendly back then,

But should now fill her career with dread.

That’s what you get,

For making out this man here,

Is a smoking and toking,

Whilst driving Stonehead.

Oh,

 now you know it’s you,

Who called social services.

If you can’t figure that one out,

Then you both are as thick as everyone has said.

 

Just know I’ve an NHS script in the waiting.

No more paying privately through my teeth,

Seeing as it’s the only thing,

Keeping me living.

Keeping me breathing.

So before you go wag your tongue about me,

Get your facts right,

As is the only reason I’m not yet dying.

So to the heavens or skies,

Not yet,

Will you see me on angels wings flying.

I’m not a stoner,

I don’t get high like most.

It’s just thwarting my cancer growing.

So don’t Scapegoat me,

Until you are all factually knowing.

As people make me out to be something I’m not,

Like I’m some sort of druggie,

For my herbal chemo I partake in.

Read all about it,

Just Google the facts.

And how cannabis for cancer,

Is really a good thing.

Not the bad,

That most narrow minded people,

Like you both are thinking.

It’s better than drinking.

Yet its OK to get paralytic and fight,

And end up in a cell,

 through the day or the evening. 

Morning or night!

 

See drinking is evil,

It’s a common fact.

In fact,

It's all they are both good at.

Insidious in their lies.

They’re a sick and twisted act.

I can’t stand the sight of either of them or their husband twat’s..

I’m sure they say they are inbred.

Are they really proud of that?

Talk about weirdos,

You’ll probably see them on Shotley swingers group chat!

 

How many recorded deaths,

Through cannabis use has been had?

None!

Yet I’m the one that’s the black sheep,

I’m the one that’s bad.

In the evenings,

After my self pain relief,

Is when my pains leave my body and my mind is less sad.

As it’s then that all my lifes pains,

Woes and wains,

Manage to escape my maze of a mind,

Inside of my head.

 

So don’t come about,

Stereotyping with the lies you spit.

I say spit,

As what you’ve done,

There’s real venom coming from it.

Just because you both,

Can’t control your bullies of kids.

So you Scapegoat others,

So all your own secret lies are hid.

Well I’m one person you’ve left to kid.

See,

I’ve seen through your lies,

Even with My own eyelids.

Your discrimination about me has been listed,

I’ve old the truth all along,

Where you’ve both perverted justice. 

Living on a lie and persisted.

Scapegoating a terminally sick guy.

Why?

To get my kids taken away,

All because your sons bully and neither of you would know the truth if it punched you In the eye.

Even if you tried.

I wash my hands of you both.

Don’t expect any niceties from me,

As everyone knows I’m a proud and lovely dad.

So run along little girls,

I’m not going to let what you’ve lied about,

Even make me mad.

So go back to your sad little lives and your 2 bullies of little lads.

You really are evil bitches,

To stoop as low as you have.

Just know your lies have been seen through.

And karma for you both,

Well redemption,

Is sure to be had!

 

Discrimination,

unjust,

Prejudicial and Damaging.

Those are just 4 of the things you’ve caused with the lies,

To the table,

You bring.

Yet I don’t have to lie about you at all. 

As all the facts I gathered,

See I’m no simple minded fool.

Facts are truth,

More damaging than the lies you’ve come out with.

As from grace,

Through truth,

 you shall both now fall.

Nothing of my doing.

Yet I believe fate will leave you flat out sprawled.

That’s what ends up happening to the wicked and the cruel!

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