He told me that I wasn't on his radar
Yet, telling me to watch my manners
Every time we'd walk past our neighbor
It wasn't a simple neighbor, but his lover
This traitor
Her name was Brenda, living in The manor
Her father was a chancellor
Can he handle her?
Handle her?
If he handles her
A poseur would finally outsmart a trickster
She'd leave him penniless while seeing many men
Many men?
Not my business, but I'd join her clan
And she'd teach me how to con men
When I get married, she'd be my best man
She's a woman!
A wise woman that can spot a garbage man
She has your man!
Brenda can have my man
She'd make him the doorman
She'd make me Robin and be Batman
And I'd be in delight as he becomes a madman
Knowing Brenda has been seeing many men
and conned him
Brenda has your man!
She doesn't have my man
She'd take out the garbage man
With the money, she got from him
Brenda would gift me a minibar
But I really would prefer to be a co-star
- Author: chella ( Offline)
- Published: April 15th, 2022 00:16
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
I'm not sure, but
'good riddance' comes to mind
reading your words..
thanks for sharing
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