props

to the unrequited the reunited the disinvited
the white knighted. believing in belief
the way fog gets frozen in the reeds
at the start of winter. in the weeds
like archangels, time for seeds
grow huge bangels. let us grieve.

he takes a bit of this and hunk of that.
he wants you like a laundrymat, in and out
dump the dirty in the wash, with clean all flirty.

i dunno why fuss and moan.
this karma is fully home grown.
if i rhyme again, please don't groan
just learning lessons on the phone.

ok. i'm out of here.