If the Truth Be Grown
IF THE TRUTH BE GROWN
I spend more time making amends than I do progress
I have no friends nor family I wish to impress
A lot of things have my signature as the owner, artist and thief
So I steal big bucks to bring turmoil and grief
I’ve done things most men wouldn’t do on a dare
A lover needed a kidney but I didn’t care
Let her go through dialysis but do not ever deny me
For It’s been an obligation to disembowel those who try to defy me
I spend more time breaking hearts than the law as I live
Women come and go in and out of my life as a sieve
A colander, a strainer, a kitchen implement to separate the chaff for the wheat
And when it comes to being a gentleman I am totally indiscreet
My boudoir becomes a brothel when I will it so
And when I tire of their kisses I just tell them to go
I don’t give a s**t about names, faces or being fair from day to day
And honestly I don’t mind living in such a wayward way
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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