The following isn’t a slight
Or a male exerting arrogant might
Some things you just don’t fight
Some things aren’t right
You and me…we’re not
You’re a lovely person, for sure
Though I could, not saying it for show
By now you must know, that it is a no
You’re just not right for me
Curse me if you like
Blare it into a mic, where it can be heard across the pike
Nothing will work, won’t get psyched
You’re just not right
Can’t be your knight
Won’t touch that light
Hate to bite, sound trite, but…
I’ve been on the other side and know how it goes, that old dog and pony show
Know of the lows, and that it blows
Nearly have a PhD in the prose
Again, not a case of thumbing a nose
You’re just not right
All that said, I’m probably wrong
Between loves, too long
Still mired in the bog, batting away the fog
Though not in complete vain, the song
The epilogue is strong:
Don’t waste your time on this frog
I sure as hell wouldn’t
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem