Fun Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You think it is fun,
Being wicked and promiscuous.
You think it is fun,
Caring less about the one you're with.
You think it is fun,
Picking victims you know how to trick.
You think it is fun,
But a damage is done.
With a hurting of one.

If you knew the feelings I have for you,
You wouldn't play me...
As a piece of cheap meat.
If you knew the feelings I have for you,
You wouldn't play me...
Or betray!

You think it is fun,
Being wicked and promiscuous.
You think it is fun,
Caring less about the one you're with.
You think it is fun,
Picking victims you know how to trick.
You think it is fun,
But a damage is done.
With a hurting of one.

If you knew the feelings I have for you,
You wouldn't play me.
Or betray!

But you,
Think this is...
Fun!
Knowing you have hurt someone.
Yes you think it is,
Fun!
Leaving damage to be done.
Yes you think it is,
Fun.
But there's nothing you've won.
Since I'm not just anyone!
From you I know I must run.