Listen, son
And then listen again.
'Cause tonight I will teach you
Life's cruel and valuable plan.
People use you
And abuse you
Sometimes they stubbornly refuse
To choose you.
They say they love you
But they date someone else.
They say they miss you
But you become an ex.
An ex friend, an ex lover
An ex person of concern
They see your texts
And display them
Like counterfeit ancient urns.
But they don't know
That these are lessons
You learn,
And then in turn
When others come
And pretend
You will know the liars
From the honest men
And they won't abuse you again.
Vipers,
And scoundrels,
And spawns of hell.
People like them.
