You kicked me out the front door
I don’t want you around, anymore
Do you really think I’ll put up with that
After our “so-called” little spat?
I did everything you wanted and asked
You still have the audacity to take a pass
At taking on life straight on no games
As you threw my stuff out, so lame
You say you want me back in your life
Every time I see you it’s like the knife
Is stuck in my back one more time
Moving on, not easy or sublime
The rumors you spread, so unkind
Not true, not fair, doesn’t even rhyme
Lies they were, I’ll give you that
It’s what caused our “little” spat
Everyone shuns me, like some leper
You may as well have poured salt and pepper
On my wound, considering the way it burns
I’ll bite my tongue someday, it’ll be your turn
My other friends look at me strange
Like a dog, feels like I have the mange
Outcast, not even a renegade
No where to turn, very staid.
No text, no email, not even a call
To say your sorry, not on my fb wall
I’ve forgiven you for all of that
For ostracizing and making me an outcast.
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And Then There Was One… pun based on Agatha Christie murder mystery novel “And Then There Were None”… Completely different context but it sounds good.
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