Roaches That Stab Comments

RC, there are no 'disfunctional bachelors' (sic) at this end. Just frustrated, well-adjusted family men. Perhaps that's what bugs certain individuals... H

Thanks Allan, just to add to this: Let them dig. What they will get out of that is two things, one is a bad back combined with a frustrated brain (no big thing because theirs would be no big thing) and it is always possible that she who digs will fall into the hole. Don't you just LOVE cowards? H

is everyone here a disfunctional bachelor? and here I was thinking H was a well adjusted family man- oh the loss of innocence

Sorry to hear that, Herbert. Name and shame? You owe it to (her?) next potential victim...meanwhile, have a good day on the beach and don't forget your sin-goggles.

Sounds like you came across an absolute stinker H, I like to believe that most people are good at heart, it's always a sad disappointment to be proved wrong. Good poem.

Thank you Christine. You are such a lovely girl, I am sorry you even had to read about things like this. When I read your poems the world becomes a nice place again. Truly. H

I like the way you are so direct in portraying your feelings of such anger and hurt. I'm sorry you have been used and abused in this way and all too many will identify. Certainly I do. Chrissie

Thank you Michael, for taking the time. However, you do not know the extent of this 'situation'. It is not a matter of reaping what one has thrown among the people. In this case, a member of P/H fell for a slanderous remark originating from an unknown source. Even when she realised her mistake, she did not come to own up and clear the air. On the contrary, she went into hiding. This is what roaches do, although I may be giving more credit where it is not due. They say that roaches do have intelligence. H

Thank you Sandra. The interesting thing is that these roaches usually do NOT know about the real world. That real, genuine people will come after roaches and crush them. In a small way it will be fun. H

Judging from the postings on this site, an appreciable percentage of the world's population has one secret crime in common - they have dumped (on) a member of Poemhunter... Perhaps this is because we as poets wear our hearts on our ink-stained sleeves, and are obvious targets for those who wish to steal our universal (non-religiously-affiliated, anti-fundamentalist, note) compassion; our welcoming tolerance; our ceaseless fountain of love... we got it, they want it... Post-modern irony? Me, I'm a magnet for every conman, leech, gipsy ('You've got a kind face, sir...' 'Eff off...') within reach. But then, Herbert, you do advertise your enthusiasms...!

Well, the anger and hurt really comes out. Hope to see some happier lines soon. Take care, I'm so sorry this happened.