The tears I cried for you <br />all seeped into my pillow <br />staining it with my sorrow <br />mascara and lipstick. <br /> <br />When I woke up <br />the pillow resembled <br />a Jackson Pollock <br /> <br />so I did what any self respecting aritist would do. <br /> <br />I framed it and entitled it: 'YOU BASTARD YOU! ' <br /> <br />Sold it a year later <br />to a geezer in a nice new pinstripe suit <br />who kept on repeating: <br />'Brilliant...fucking brilliant! ' <br /> <br />for a (sorry snicker) a hundred knicker! <br /> <br />Bought two expensive bottles of bubbly and got drunk. <br /> <br />Ah! You can cry me a river... <br />...but now I'm over you. <br /> <br />And I'll always remember: 'YOU... <br />YOU BASTARD YOU! ' <br /> <br /> - the only work I ever produced not using paints <br />just sorrow and make up and sleep. <br /> <br />Guess you can call us quits!<br /><br />Dee Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cry-me-a-river-for-gordon/
