Returnable Poem by Daniel Nairn

I'll buy this kindness thing you've got
A product I could use a lot
But when I feel I need it not
No matter, I'll just bring it back,
It's returnable.

I'll take your trust and give you mine
And we'll be friends, a mutual kind
Of treaty; good until I find
Your faults, then I might stab your back
'Cause you're expendable.

I'll steal your fragile heart away
With promises I'll keep today
And in the morning, go your way
I've used you once, you're boring me
Since you're disposable.