That I Can'T Do Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You can't be mean to me,
And expect my eyes to glow...
With love and joy.
As if I'm thrilled to get another toy.
That I can't do.
Not even for you if I wanted to, boo.

You can't live your life,
With a doing to me to dump your troubles.
To do what you please and when you like.
As If I crave this to satisfy my appetite.
That I can't do.
Not even for you if I wanted to, boo.

I refuse to have your pain reside inside me.
I refuse to deny how you cheat and lie.
To pretend I don't hear...
What is said on the streets,
With a hiding of tears I rush home to cry.

You've had my back too many times against ropes.
With a doing to provoke me with your nasty jokes.
I won't continue to 'bob-and-weave'...
To have you believe your punch lines I can take.
And I can fake my breaking heart that bleeds.

I refuse to have your pain reside inside me.
That I can't do.
Not even for you to pretend it, boo.
Staying stupid and accepting everything you do...
Oh no, no.
That I can't do.
That I can't do to prove my love for you, boo.

You can't be mean to 'then' demean me.
No!
That I can't do.
That I can't do to prove my love for you, boo.
You can't be mean to 'then' demean me.
No!
That I can't do.
That I can't do to prove my love for you, boo.
No!
That I can't do.
Believe it and leave me to know it's true.

I can't remain,
Gaining nothing but your pain.
No!
That I can't do.
That I can't do not even for you, boo.
That I can't do.
That...
I can't do.