No Gentleman Poem by Jennifer Sol

You say you’re a gentleman
But I know, oh I know
Impoliteness is where you stray
Favoritism is your plague
You’ll hold the door for your lady
But you let it slam in another’s face

Another day another week
Do you feel it now, the shame?
Another minute another hour
When will you stop this game?

People are merely pawns to you
Just another piece to move in your favor
Love one and break another
It’s all the same to you, just a game
A game to be won, so you may say
That you’re a gentleman, a gentleman

Another day another week
Do you feel it now, the shame?
Another minute another hour
When will you stop this game?

Again!
You sacrifice your queen
She serves you no more purpose
Find another to use as a puppet
Convincing words and feigned stupidity
Weapons that blind the enemy

Another day another week
Do you feel it now, the shame?
Another minute another hour
When will you stop this game?

Your forces are dwindling now
I can see through your façade
You’re losing this game
A game you played so devoutly
Here you are now, cold and alone
Your weapons found and destroyed

Another day another week
How does it feel, being used?
Another minute another hour
How does it feel, being a pawn?
Another month another year
Cold and lonely, finally you realize
Life isn’t a plethora of plastic pieces
Life involves loving and being loved

Another day another week
You’re no gentleman