My face hasn't slept
For a thousand
nights
I feel like a
morph head
With warts and
herpes
Wrap my brain
In a pair of
tights
She exposed me
With my fallible
holes
Held me to think
I was being a
troll
She relieved me
Of the disnomer
That I was a
good
And honest
persona
No I'm not
I'm a thief and
a tramp
An abject
scoundrel
A recidivist cad
There's no oil
in my smoking lamp
I'm not like my
beautiful dad
For he was and
is forever
Like a knight in
shining armour
When I saw him
going home
I knew I'd never
be half his warrior
So now the lady
puts me right
Shows me what a
fool I am
I should thank
her I think I might
My dad would've
done
But he was a
man.
Sent from my
iPhone
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