I'm looking at you,
looking in your eyes,
wondering why the lies
why the disguise,
guess it isn't for me to solve
No more time for your
I can admit
I was sold
at one time
thought you were worth my time
but you were just grimey,
slimey
with an attitude so unworthy,
I should be in front of the clergy.
You aren't worth anything
not even my breathing,
not really even these words
Yet they are needed
your truth ceded,
its true colors long ago,
a fake show
a Black golf pro,
I watch the words spill from lips
like a leaky faucet drips
No need for an explanation
it would just be an irritation
and I'm just tired.
So bad I want to ask why?,
or why lie?
So shady,
won't call u a lady
your name equals black eye,
like the Army in My Lai
Maybe I should try
to understand
whether this was preplanned.
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