Patient, short-sighted and deaf

 

I have to confess that I love you

I have from the first day we met

I've waited in line, I've prayed

And I've tried to be patient,

Short-sighted and deaf

I could lie and pretend you don't

Hurt me, I could say I'm immune

To your wiles, but that isn't true

Pots-for-rags over you, I love you

And will till I die

I try to be strong and convincing

Bought a new tie, jacket and

Shoes, but as you well know, I'm

Lower than low, one bar short of

The gravedigger's blues

So I'll just have to listen to mother

Who said more than once that I'm

Mad, she said that girl's tripe and

I guess she was right, you're cheap,

You're mean and you're bad

 

©Joseph G Dawson
09/11/2016