Foh Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

Had eyes only for you on the planet
I would no longer be enchanted
Wanting something tangibly romantic
You were too unjustly beautiful
Who painted an art that drew me closer
You weren't even the composer
Admirers think you are picasso
Behind the lenses you're a poser
Sometimes can be hard to realize
When you aren't looking at the price
I've uncorked the screw, drunk some wine
And made a toast to love that has flatlined
Keep saying what amounts to nothing
Why don't you get the FOOH?
Times up that's the end of this discussion
Pack your things, I've made it quite clear
Why don't you
Go find another who will deal with the BS
Why don't you
Go find someone who is down to sign onto it
Since you like it when I'm rude,
Unfortunate for you
You got to leave sometime tonight