I am a relic
From a bygone age,
I don’t need confrontation.
Just a small town boy
In a rage.
Don’t lock me up,
I will get out of any cage you put me in.
Now shut up.
I will give this tale a different spin.
There is one offer
On the table.
What’s true,
What’s not.
I proffer some advice,
Before you answer the question,
Don’t lie.
Mendacity hurts the giver
Like drinking poison,
Expecting the other to die.
But I can see when you go too far,
You forget who you are
And invention turns cold.
So I stole
As I was out of ideas.
I was not objective,
Left me covered in tears.
The degradation
Becomes my reality.
I guess I was lucky,
I had a certain talent,
And a work ethic that would not quit.
I wish things were different
Between you and me,
But they are not,
And I forgot to mention
My point of reference,
And supported by evidence.
I have been with women before,
But you are the one I adore,
But it makes no difference anymore.
