Love Or Forgery Poem by Chan Mongol

HER LOVE OR FORGERY
Poem by Chan Mongol


The truth is, she never loved me;
All she wanted then to come to Germany!
She jeopardized my clean soul,
Her acting was ugly, awful, deceitful!

Pretending love to do forgery;
She was the first in the History.
Her kind of city girls are faster;
I shouldn't have forgiven her ever.

I was a country boy who liked the nature;
I grew up with trees, cows and agriculture!
It was hard for me, a wife to find;
Alas! She was not my type, not my kind!

Each city got special reputation;
She looked for preys for immigration.
She failed me over and over as a betrayer;
I was the ticket for her and she was a cheater!

The first in history, with such a manipulation;
The first in betrayal, divorce and pollution.
None did before her in that nation;
She was the champion for introduction in treason.

Those pimps who took her side;
They also got own divorces or they died.
Boys were around that pretty lady;
Their pimping for her made my melody.

To record the melody, I became a writer;
She remained a culprit a cheater, a swindler!
She sucked my blood but what happened later?
Her second husband dumped her in the street corner!

It seemed she won and I miserably lost;
Her family rose in my love and cost.
She gave me the lesson to know her dark sight;
And I eventually became calm and quite.

She came in my life as a parasite;
My life was devastated for her free ride.
More kinder I was, more selfish she was;
She was the worst betrayer, the dangerous!