Jonathan Brian
Who are you, Brian?
That when you make a call, not clarion
She runs like a lion
Wastes no time on valon
Pays no heed to fashion
So that she may meet you still turned on
And tend to you with her heels on
Who are you, Brian?
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Just a man, Jonathan
Whose worth is tied to no one’s barn
Who sleeps heavily after reaching Canaan
When Linda makes him feel manly and fun
For we all need warmth sometimes, man,
But what we do to achieve that, fan,
Is what defines us more than the food chain can
Will you kneel and beg her like only you can,
Or will you ask and demand regardless of the burn?
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Don’t you dare say it, her name I will guard
On your foul tongue, it should never land
For it’s always spiced up, and never bland
Truth rarely uttered, like a foreign gland
And sweet words reside, without any honesty brand
Swaying all and sundry, to give their souls and the rand
And get nothing in return, nothing anyone can stand
For you stab them in the back, right there in the band
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Foul, you called my tongue?
It’s been places, without a bang
That you dreamt of, when your phone rang
To cancel your meeting, and the way you had sang
That she may meet you, for netflix and chill
More you did want, but feared to drill
Then you watched, as she slipped away from the kill
To be drilled, by more direct fellows full of thrill
Oh Johnny! What do you feel?
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I feel everything,
For that is the very thing
That you fear most, oh dear King
To feel, yet that is living
I’ve given a lot and I’m still giving
For what is love if not the stance
Of giving all, chance after chance
Not counting any, leaving all in a trance
As you enjoy life and join the dance?
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Love?? How naive!
I’m not one, into oblivion to dive
For how do you know, that you’ll return alive
For a cat may have nine, but I don’t have even five
And I must preserve this, this organ that makes me thrive
And to this end, away I will drive
All that want to break it, or invade it like the beehive
I leave love to novels, and the other telenovela
And maybe to woo a girl now and then, when a lie I tell her
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So you admit it, you liar
That lie you do, and with a false fire
Engrave your words, needless of a dryer
For you never water your promises, never let them grow higher
Than you need them to be, for them to seem truer
Than they really are, and that is your game’s ball
Did Linda know, that you were as bitter as gall
Or was she too naive, just another girl
For you to hoodwink, that you may stand tall
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Why do you ask, do you not know
Or do you fear truth, and wish to lie low
As low as she did, when we all wanted a little bow
And obeyed she did, followed us in tow
Do you want more, all the details raw
Or should I leave it there, off-balance not to throw
And leave a few things to her, so that she may grow
Older and more aware, of what Johnny really thinks of her eye brow
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You pimped her, you devil!?
Pulled her down, lowered her to your level?
Of mice and roaches, who are all your rival
Does it pleasure you, to tear out a flower
Like making cake, without flour
Or are you sick, and it’s your dawa
Your getaway, your secret tower
For you know the truth, and it makes you sour
That you are useless, apart from a fake roar
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I’m not bitter Johnny, that sounds a lot like you
For you attach emotions everywhere, even to the loo
Don’t you know that everything has a purpose, even a zoo
Some are to be seen and admired, but never a hand laid
Others are meant to be killed and served, that’s what destiny said
You should think about that, and don’t be afraid
For the truth hurts, much more than an external raid
And unlike the arm, the heart has no first aid
So guard yours against one and all, even if it’s Linda’s jade
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