He’s not the man he said he was
He’s not a man, in all
A trip of what he says and does
Is not a match, a fall
Exchanged our hearts on hands with gloves
I curtsied and, he bowed
Towered he hides behind his cowardice
Cowering like, a clown
He says she’s mean and I am sweet
Yet he sleeps next, to her
But when he wants a piece of meat
I’m his color, de fleur
We made mad love and promised vows
To risk and pull, our stakes
I wrote my book and he did what?
Maybe, he’s a fake
He’s not the man he wills to be
He’s just a man, inlawed
I tripped and fell inside his tug
He caught me now, I’m small
I’ve blocked his calls and email too
My best friend’s, hunting him
She’s driving round her Dad’s old truck
Sipping, no name gin
My girls been hurt I’ll find this jerk
I’ll bring him, to his knees
He’s robbed the biggest heart around
It’s time to hose, this flea
Moon was riding high that night
Fate caught his, lying eyes
Surprised he started crying out
Confessed he holds, Kate’s heart
My best friend wiped his tears away
Raised him, to his feet
She socked him gave his ear a tug
She told him, Leave Kate’s scene
Kate sold her book and met a man
Seems happy, and content
Don’t ask her now who was that clown?
Cause lengthy, she would vent.