Why He Lied

"WHY HE LIED"


there's a young kid next door.
he's the one paying the rent.
he's got a kid, a car, a female 
and a job.
he introduced himself to me the 
other day.
he asked me how I liked living 
here since he was here before me.
"it's alright. it's quiet and it's 
new to me." I said with ease.
he says, "yeah, it's cool. I moved
here not too long ago myself. just 
me, my girl and my son. I'm in love.
I'm happy."
I could tell he was lying.
after a little more of our pithy 
conversation I shook his hand and 
we both walked away.
the next morning I heard a female 
crying hysterically, screaming 
and throwing objects at a wall.
it was the kid next door and his
female was going ape ****.
"WHY DON'T YOU WANT TO BE
WITH ME?! DON'T WALK AWAY 
FROM ME! JUST @$!#IN TALK
TO ME!"
he pleaded with her, "shut the hell
up, please!... you're gonna get me
kicked out of here."
"THEN ANSWER ME. ANSWER ME.
@$!#IN ANSWER ME. WHY DON'T 
YOU WANT TO BE WITH ME?!"
I stood outside my door smoking 
my cigarette. 
all I could do was feel for the poor 
kid.
I wondered where his son, his home,
his property and job would go when
he went to jail for this *****'s tantrum. 
she'd get his son,
his home becomes hers,
she'd sell his ****,
he'd lose his job.
it wasn't when he said he was happy 
I knew he was lying,
it was when he said he was in love.


By: Chicano Eddie
1-29-2017
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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