ever wonder why men lie, deceive and cheat
for many a chick is just a piece of meat
in the beginning it was passionate lust
before you know it he’s a beast of distrust
you don’t understand when he goes out at night
taking other girl’s numbers to be polite?
forgetting to remove it from worn pocket
finding it will hit your heart like a rocket
like the next day when you wash his dirty clothes
detecting adultery under stuffed nose
admitting it is purely a game he plays
bachelor still living in the good old days
misleadingly yearns to see if they’ll say “yes”
to cheap seducing ways of unfaithful chess
question yourself “why is he juvenile?”
second guessing if it’s all worth your while
recognizing you’ve given him your whole world
lost reality is upside down and twirled
warned one day your fiancé is still married
red taped truth of legality was buried
never divorced, perhaps out of laziness
stating it’s due to financial craziness
funny fact, i seemed to be okay with that
avoidance to combine rude verbal combat
every time we spoke about initial life
he dismissed slim chance for me to be wed wife
insulted and disrespectfully engaged
crass cheating ways made me depressed and enraged
confronted bobby and stood veracious ground
said i had straight evidence of what i found
he’ll tell you face to face that “it’s all your fault”
hiding concealed secrets away in locked vault
thinking you’ll never find those sent sex e-mails
written to several of my once friend females
lord, i thought i was solely called his “lover”
exchanging devoted speech undercover
each word which he endearingly said to me
used secretly with another named sherrie
it turns out he’s been doing this since day one
clearly drained damage towards me has not been fun
wrath of darkened ill temper at the near end
blindly fooled in thinking he was poised best friend
sick truth of the whole matter becomes real clear
when he fucked another sleazy girl that year
sending him naked photos of exposed clit
seducing my man with damned deviant wit
sole erotic photograph was not enough
tramp took shots of tits, pussy and other stuff
facts drew the line and i want no more from him
visually laid tossed mate to rest in death’s dim
telling close chaps i’m disreputably whacked
dolefully admit torched flesh painfully cracked
stark clinical term is a sociopath
beau is narcissistic you do mangled math
till this day tongue will never apologize
vain ego won’t permit him to recognize
gloved arrogance he possesses is self made
sold bleak soul to hell’s devil as equal trade
openly decided to express shocked pain
stimulate my keen skull and artistic brain
we as women have the power to create
to stand beautifully strong, striving to be great
filthy laundry is a world revolution
saying what you want without retribution
join vogue venture to speak of warrior mind
feel free to be raunchy or voice to be kind
© 09.2006. All Rights Reserved.
(for bobby)
tuesday 09.05.2006 9:08PM
House of Zuky 