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!~