Excuses Excuses
You like excuses
to hide their abuses
they find a flaw
or two or more
then put you down
rug on the floor
stepped on
crooked dart
now they feel good
King of your heart
a swine a snake
your precious life at stake
pearls cast on floor
now gone out that door
SLAM!
wham bam, no thank you maam
pack your bags and don't look back
no confidence left- some dignity in tact
Get out, Now, or you'll get whacked!
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