Yo, I write this with no animosity
There’s just something on my chest that’s been bothering me
It seems your monopoly on polygamy is too tight to honor me
And doesn’t agree whole-heartedly with my philosophy on monogamy
Lisping lips lying, actively seeking mysogeny
Truthless offerings, facades to hide your hips’ autonomy
Improperly postured for picture perfect pornography
Posed positioning peaking bodily topography
Hips had me hemmed and locked,
Similar to Socrates
Possibly, blame lies with me opting for silence over hypocrisy
You were not discreet, but fathered seed,
Made me believe you thought you ought to be
But under lock and key was not to be from hopeless fear
Whips and knots on me from top to feet
Prove I’m far from an overseer
With Cinque keeping company over here
While “Giving Free” seems to be an easy demand to meet
Can’t flee or think with arteries draining head and feet
Simply because you offer me thoughts of your body
Sloppily on top of me
Ignoring carvings of lots of peeps before me who rode it properly
Moans of conquering now resonate unstoppably in cacophony
Award winning whorish performance, far from a nominee
Horned Devil far below my shoulder, where his true view should be
And any angel was drowned in your sea of promiscuity
When this was new to me, foolishly
Believing the snake could speak truthfully
Or was ever true to me, Leopard couldn’t change spots
But hid in patches of grass so thatches of ass were the only views to me
Bemused with ruse with ease, and took all credit for production
But isn’t my credulousness worth something?
Grasped the shadow for the substance… and RAN with it
Respite granted gave me a chance to stand and demand my infant
Sad isn’t it? I entered this game thinking I was one up
Played the game of spades and watched as hearts in hand got cut up
Watched you turn the tricks, constantly claiming you’re not earning chips
Telling me you need this, chick, you better strip for that furniture
I heard you service men, letting them indent your cervix in
My first best friend told me you can even fit a person in
Yes, I’m hurting here, and angry but the pain doesn’t come out right
Should’ve listened to my mother…
Can’t turn you into a housewife…
And outright
I’m out
Bye