Time for talk has passed
This is now a man of action
You’ll feel the arctic blast
Livid genetic combustion
Procrastination – pussyfoot
Stumbled time and yet again
You read me like a book
Held me within luscious reins
Veiled threats became a whimper
Promises, promises, promises
Such a ridiculous bumper sticker
in a moment of solid crisis
This lad’s certainly not dandruff
to be brushed off
You’re a hard nut – Ms. Tuff
Loose screws in the loft
But ah! What goes around comes
back to sometimes haunt
Solitude fiddles in the doldrums
and slackness becomes a taunt
I started out as one
Didn’t ask for much – just us
You wrenched the love – gone
So too is the trust
