Don'T Take Me For a Fool
Well let me tell you something,
before you run off with your boyfriend,
with his sports car and his twelve inch kielbasa
stretch out in his tight stone washed blue jeans;
Yes, sit there and shut up,
I'm sick of your bull-
and don't take me for a nice guy anymore,
you broke a invisible heart,
and forgot the tears,
love never won with you
and the roses got stuck to the bottom of your boot heel.
Then you sit there, with your batting brown eyes
and cry when I raise my voice,
and stand up for myself-
well now I don't care anymore,
Don't take me for a fool anymore
see me in the streets,
another guy, a poet walking in a gutter,
tell me more lies- that has never stopped you before,
go on now smack me in the face- DO IT! I dare you!
Break my back
and make me bleed,
but remember don't take me for a fool anymore.
Now go to your boyfriend
with his sports car and his twelve in kielbasa.
.2.23.2014.
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