4OE

The other night I drunkenly texted my ex -

Well, maybe just more of an old flame.

Did I expect her to give me sex?

The sex that I never got all the same.

 

Why did I feel the need

To jump on my phone and

Express my greed

To get laid? Oh, how so lame.

 

No wonder why I’ve lead the life

Of a single man without a plan

To turn a crush into his wife.

I wish I was a big enough man

 

To tell that chick how I really feel.

To drop my motherfucking shield

And shed some honesty on the situation.

If only I’d been raised with such foundation.