Since You Left Me In The Lerk Poem by ART PAUL SCHLOSSER

I haven't thought about you
Since you left me in the lurk
Seems you said you were my friend
Guess you meant you were a jerk

Well you told me that you like me
Cause you didn't want to lose
Then you up and left the country
So I could sing the blues

Yes you've got to pay a price
If you want riches of fame
Sometimes in order to write a song
You have to go through pain

Well you might think I'm sad
You might think I'm depressed
But I only think
It must of been for the best

Cause who needs a headache
Every time your having fun
Why waist your time inside
When outside is the sun
I don't need the quarrels
I don't need the abuse and hurt
There are better paths to walk
Don't put spaghetti on my dessert