Don'T Cry Over a Reply
DON''T CRY OVER A REPLY
TO ALL YOU BORED BROADS
I consider myself a student of human nature
and 'tis all too true
i wonder what you women do
women precisely like you
it's as if you're whole life is a bad hair day
unwilling to experiment, to see what may be coming your way
you join the means to meet a man but keep the monitor ever black
well i say enjoy it while you still can, baby, because tight skin and a size two ain't never
coming back
you women slay me, especially women such as you and your ilk
politely sipping on Pinot Grigio but all crying over spilled milk
shoot, if you're waiting for a dove to whisper," He's Mr. Right," as a clue
hon, that dove broke through his cage years ago and much like life that lovely dove so
swiftly flew
~free cee!~
and yes, i do all the important things in my life as well as i write poetry, but there’s only
one thing i do better...MY DEAR, IN THIS YOU CAN trust
WHENEVER A DREAM DIES ALL
THAT REMAINS IS DREAM dust
~f!~
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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