I am not a piggy bank
however pink, round and shiny
oh, I was never in your debt
yr love is not a currency
yet, now my round belly’s full of coins
half in-tact and half digested
and if you really want ‘em back
yr sure gonna have to dig :-|

…..........

we met at the pour house
class of 14’s speakeasy
staff reserved your seat
and now the dirt taste keeps me seeing straight
for the time being
let’s see you crawl your way outta this one, hun
shoulda cleared the cache ahead (instead you)
wished I’d missed yr pointy digits
pick through my mentions

I will not bow down for a blue check
I won’t pull shades to mask these red flags
I won’t play house in a white van
or your sedan, or the police station
I won’t pray hard, on the ride home
with your AC on or we’re toast on the road
I’ll free my breath, ungrip the leather, and move on

shame, you almost had me conned
I swore I saw a squad for life
the only time we saw eye-to-eye
is when we laughed at what the trash reply guys write
now I’m seeing clear as crystals
peered through holes in your defense
at a catfishin’, alias shiftin’
“Jekyll and Hyde Syndrome” ass looking bitch

(*gasp*)
(LOL)
(SICK burn)
(yr so cool… AND right!)
(one more time!)

(pick it up!)
(okay, now put it back xD)

I am not Woody, and you are not Buzz
you can’t pull a string, hear what you want because
I freed my breath, un-gripped the leather, and moved on