forgive him for he knows not
why?
he keeps dipping his pen in company ink.
his fallacy is confusing luck with skill,
wealth for good taste and the inherent belief
that money buys everything!
her love which you spurned
your indifference at every turn,
that nonchalance
that lack of concern,
is now, the reputation you’ve earned
hey silver tongued Romeo!
this ain’t no game of poker,
get your feet right back on the ground,
and get to the place
where you once belonged.
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