You Told Me

2/23/18 On me you'd tittle tattle Too often you told me fiddle-faddle Now you're beginning to unravel Can't even handle Your own battle And are being used an example For what happens when you pull a scandal You told me claptrap It's time I speed off on you like Amtrak Time I rise like Nasdaq And get the better hand in blackjack You told me nonstop Hog wash And got caught When you talked bosh Near endless drivel You often told me piffle You don't know how to play the fiddle Or how to make a missile Hola You're full of Crapola You haven't been on a gondola Or ever used a bola And still drive a Corolla You told me tommyrot And I knew right away, at a coffee shop When you kept spewing poppyc... I knew you were as useful as a soggy sock What you say is disregarded You told me garbage Never once did you get involved in carnage Or end up in an area that was uncharted Between you and me there is a difference You continually told me gibberish With ignorance And everyone got sick of it You kept telling bunk And selling junk Thinking your **** never stunk Now everyone thinks of you as a punk Whose ship is sunk Don't try to apologize It's no suprise I could see it in your eyes You told me lies Which wasn't wise And quickly led to your demise As well as you rotting beside the flies Seeing right through the suspense Playing both sides of the fence At your own expense You told me nonsense Hence the cost for you was immense You told me nothing but bulls... Next thing I knew you did bite the bullet The same old spiel You told me you were real Then from me you tried to steal After that ordeal I soon saw you keel User beware I always knew life wasn't fair You told me you would be right there And when **** hit the fan, I didn't see you anywhere Yet another one full of hot air I guess they didn't have a prayer Since they fell into a pit of despair You told me nothing but malarkey And for that you'll be sorry Smells like you stepped in dookie Never once spoke truly You told me phooey You've never fired an uzi Except for on Call of Duty Now excuse me I'm going to take advantage of opportunity Make money, and possibly spend it foolishly Like I do usually As a matter of fact You told me you had my back Then set me up in a trap In hopes that I would get whacked Typical, pitiful crap Seen all over the map It all was an act By another rat Who was taken out fast Buried underneath stones, dirt, and grass