StiffedA Poem by Thunderlyrics
I can’t believe
I wanted to get with
This Nitwit….
He actin’ like he
Did S***
When all that
Really happened
Was a con artist
…..In action…
His fashion
Had me fascinated
His skin softly
Resonated….
As strong white teeth
…Appreciated…
The delicate meal
Set before his pallet
….But, oh snap!!..
He forgot his wallet…
Droned off about
Leaving it at his office
I tried to
Shake off this
Feeling of being had..
Can’t believe this Negro
Could turn out
Bad…I was mad,
But I held it in..
Contemplatin’
Paying the tab..
But not just yet..
We just met..
This was his idea..
As he dialed a number
Putting his cell to his ear
I could hear
The gentle tones
Of the next female
I mean…How Dare!!!..
But I kept my cool,
Cause Thunder ain’t
Nobody’s fool
I excused myself..
He assumed my destination
Was the powder room..
But I ran into the waiter
Asked him to
Do me a favor
Leave a note for..
The man still seated…
Make sure, I’m gone
Before he reads it..
Exiting the Door,
I heard, “I can’t believe this!!”
I laughed and shook my head
For the note simply said
“When you finish doing the dishes…
Make sure you get that receipt”
© 2009 ThunderlyricsFeatured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
248 Views
6 Reviews Shelved in 1 Library
Added on May 12, 2009Last Updated on May 12, 2009 Author
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|