Whatever Suits You Before You Split Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

How's the field you're playing on?
You appear to be bruised,
And mentally battered.

How has your cruising been?
Have you picked up anything...
Worthy to be the next 'him'!

How has the charading of ages gone?
Are you still passing...
Or giving shade to those,
Who can see a youth lost...
You make attempts to propose!

And now you wish me to assist,
With the licking of your wounds!
You believe I provide understanding,
With a forgiveness you assume!
You want me to make room,
In a heart you left for your escapades made.
You would like for me to degrade myself...
And treat me like used trade!

I don't think so.
Not today!
You may see 'ultimate fool' displayed on my face.
From memory.
But if you look closer,
You will see that has been erased.
Replaced with this look of satisfaction.
Don't let that distract you.
My bitterness still simmers underneath.

How's the field you're playing on?
You appear to be bruised,
And mentally battered.

How has your cruising been?
Have you picked up anything...
Worthy to be the next 'him'!
Or her or 'it'?
Whatever suits you before you split,
To return back to me!
Your return to me has ended,
With no heat here for you to get.
Or me to give!