Poetry is not my strong suit. Don't judge the play by these lines below.
The End
It was never about the clothes you wore
Or the way you grew your hair
It was never about the car you drove
That was in serious need of repair
It was never about your choice of mates
Or the beer you liked to buy
It was never about your forgetful way
That would sometimes make me cry
It was often about the way you snored
Or the way you never cared
It was often about your pretty ex
And how we were always compared
It was often about the pee on the seat
Or the clothes left on the floor
It was often about your pathetic self
That baby, I can’t take anymore
It’s the reason you found your crap out front
You missed the fire display
It’s the reason your key won’t fit in the locks
I changed them without delay
It’s the reason I pawned the engagement ring
That anchor I finally shook
It’s the reason I’m finally free of you
Without a backwards look
Goodbye to you my lover
Goodbye to my old friend
Goodbye and good riddance
You Jerk – this is – The End.
