Like All The Yesterdays Have Done
There is nothing more I despise,
by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Than someone who lies.
And does it to me repeatedly.
I 'might' let slide to go by,
A talking about my 'mama'.
Without a hint I am going to re-act,
A giving back some 'hood drama.
But someone who lies,
To do it and think that's alright?
I don't get disgusted,
As much as my trust kept...
Has been interrupted.
And once the doing of that has been done,
The one who does it...
Like all the yesterdays have done.
When I give my trust...
I don't do it just to have it,