BS'ing

No I don't know what you are saying.
And I'm not staying...
So spare your explanations.
No I could care less not more...
How you deliver what you say with sensation.

Do we have to go through this,
Again?
You and I are not matches that fit!
We're are not like gloves on hands,
Or two hands in a mit!
How many times must we go through,
This shit-uation?

We're not peas in a pod,
Or stained piss on a toilet!
None of the above for me and you suits!
Cough up and get that madness out!
Life with you brewing in doubt,
Is not what I am about!

No I don't know what you are saying.
And I could care less!
I'm not accepting another explanation...
Of how you took an ant hill,
A bouldering mountain of a mess!
Those are your confessions.

When those clouds clear from your head.
I want you to remember,
These last words to you said...
'Your love for me has long been dead!
What makes you think
I am on the brink and desperate,
To screw you without feeling on your bed? '

No I don't know what you are saying.
And I'm not staying...
So spare your explanations.
How many times must we go through,
This BS'ing shit-uations?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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