Little Black Lie

Little Black Lie

Little Black Lie

Just as a seed can’t sprout to a tree
So can’t a guy get up and fly
Too lazy to move from a groove
Too devoted to stay in the gray
Too stubborn to honor her wish
Too hungry to taste of his dish
Too comfortable out on the couch
Too happy to even be a grouch

He’ll change for a day
Then back to his way
Only to hope she’ll believe
His little black lie, yes deceive

Yet she knows him better than that
And out of bag, comes the cat
Its black and it crosses his path
And waits for his horrible wrath

As nice as it may seem now
He’ll soon be having a cow
Because she is right – not holding her might

Finally she’ll get what is hers
Having something to show now – SPURS!
She digs them in deep
For she’s earned her keep
He reluctantly gives
Yet her heart always lives

This is the thrill of divorce
And it’s harder than hell, of course
But it is much better
To see the sun settah
Than take up a dried up ‘ol source!

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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