On a B4 Real Express

Apologizing those 'mistakes' made,
To erase an accountability...
Compromised and gone unrecognized,
Is often your excuse.

I'm not here to experience,
That kind of repeated abuse.
You believe I should be accustomed to?
Because you see a mirage of a fool before you?

Only one of us is on that bus!
And guess what?
There is no more 'us', boo!
A fool is a fool.
And you've betrayed that trust.
Guess what?
There is no more 'us', boo!
A fool is a fool.
And only one of us is on that bus!

I am on a different track.
Waiting for a train...
To go in another direction.
On a B4 Real Express.
And I aint looking back!

Only one of us is on that bus!
And guess what?
There is no more 'us', boo!
A fool is a fool.
And you've betrayed that trust.
Guess what?
There is no more 'us', boo!
A fool is a fool.
And only one of us is on that bus!

Apologizing those 'mistakes' made,
To erase an accountability...
Compromised and gone unrecognized,
Is often your excuse.

I'm not here to experience,
That kind of repeated abuse.
You believe I should be accustomed to?
Because you see a mirage of a fool before you?

Guess what?
There is no more 'us', boo!
A fool is a fool.
And only one of us is on that bus!

I am on a different track.
Waiting for a train...
To go in another direction.
On a B4 Real Express.
And I aint looking back!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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