Too many compliments.
Too much wine.
It’s time you looked at the facts
Use the lines.
Ego needs feeding.
Maybe bad breeding.
Maybe just insecurity.
What keeps you talking?
All that is sacred to me.
Women are tests.
A playground of breasts.
You’re full of gifts
And that’s not bad.
But gift in German means poison.
You think there’s truth to be had?
Wait, am I one of your chosen?
What are your plans?
Designs – You know?
Your scams – refined and then, Oh No –
You return to me.
Your smile, when I guess your agenda
In light of the truth, I’d prefer to be rendered
Powerless – yes.
I can guess – but don’t say I’d like to be right.
I wouldn’t, you know – it’s a talent, I guess.
One I’d surrender
To be wrong of your gender.
To have one night
And that not be all
Cause you’re my test too and I think I will fall.
But you’ll never know that.
I’ll play your game. I’ll be the same
For a time
Until it’s too much.
It might be as such that I am losing my buffer with you.
You want to play hero.
Bring me from zero.
Prove that you’re more than you seem.
Although that defines you,
It’s meant to confine you.
Yes, I too, deal well with schemes.
So for the time being
Unless what I am seeing
Is not what you want me to see.
I will walk the tightrope with you
Dance the toxic ballet that we do.
And search for the moment you weaken
One of us must win.
One of us, the foil.
We both know that to the victor goes the spoil.
Let the games begin…