Is there anything more irritating,
Than someone who lies,
To and about,
The one who tries?
One is lying,
While the other’s trying,
But who cares if the trier cries?
For sure not the liar……….
And it sure is lies,
When they say you’re loved,
Yet to the farthest corner,
Of their life you’ve been shoved.
Just be there,
When they remember to care,
Just be there,
When they’re down to the bottom,
On their mental list,
Of who might care,
Just be there,
When a slot opens up,
For them to ask “what’s up”?
Be there,
Or else!
You’re packed away,
To the backmost shelf.
Other than that,
Fuck off!
Who do you think you are?
You,
The trier,
Taking up the precious time,
Of the liar.
So, liar,
Now you’re hated,
Because the you you showed,
Has been long awaited,
But this complicated,
Hot then cold,
Is not a friend,
For on that,
No one can depend.
