He said, "I am a bastard"
A bastard he was.
He liked to play games
And he never lost.
He used to use people,
He used to command.
And never felt guilty
For ruthless demands.
He said, "I am a tiger"
And women he snatched,
And threw after tasting,
And looked for a new catch.
He never felt lonely,
He's never been mine.
He drew me a portrait-
I see it...and smile.
July 2016
On portrait
© Copyright: Тани Саво, 2017
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