Pay to Play

a little of this self pity
it sure goes a long, long way
so, she didn’t love you back
oh man, you feel all betrayed
feeling sore and hurting
on your little feet of clay
man up dude, and let it go
and hear what Zappa say*
broken hearts are for chumps, boy
you has got to pay to play

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* paraphrasing, for your delicate ears.

Love: A Retrospective

she’s the one rewrote my book
castled, then took my queen

upended everything I took
for granted, know what I mean?

the gifts bestowed, some damage done
we parted, unafraid

our lives, these books, the paths we run
remainders: buy, sell, trade