Horses Ass

Horses Ass I wonder if you ever think about me Now that the years have gone by And who did you finally turn out to be Once your delusions of grandeur ran dry Remember we held up in my house for days Listening to the Dave Matthews band You weren’t subtle in your arrogant displays Keeping your sax always close at hand As a musician, you thought you a maestro As if bad jazz was a new art form There was little about music that you didn’t know Ready to teach but not willing to learn As for my poetry if I jotted something down You were quick to critique my form With enough unsolicited advice to go around Our relationship became a perfect storm How can it be that I am missing you still? Your analysis left me reeling and feeling bad You always played all of your lovers for a fool Living without you I ought to be glad I wonder if you ever think about me Now that the years have quickly passed Another great lover who once fell for me Or just the same old horses ass 9-4-14