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
Copyright © Christine Costello | Year Posted 2014
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