You're not a loan,
You're a body.
Property of me,
Yet not quite, sorry.
Hand on the neck,
Don't try to remember it.
It's not my problem.
Knock on the door,
"It's open."
And in she walks,
And down my jaw drops.
"I know it's not what you want,
I came here just to talk."
"So talk away", I say.
Composed, she rose,
Stepped forward and obeyed.
"What happened to that intelligent,
Happy man I loved?
He always knew just what to say,
I knew he was the one.
The man I see is bitter, sad,
He won't accept my love."
I stood up then, knew what to say,
"Just listen then, my dove
I'm not that self anymore!
No, you took that part of me
And walked right out the door."
And I said, "Well too bad you're not
Looking for friends because
I'm not yours anymore!
But you know, I'll act just like before."
And you said, "Well too bad because
For once I thought you'd grown balls,
Spoken for sure.
Because I'd be into that, instead
You let thought pass,
At last it's over!"
But something survives
With no wish to be alive.
I can hear it's cries.
"You said it was over so why am I alive?
You didn't shoot the pooch, you let it loose!
And now without food, without shelter
Think it can survive?
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