Why do folks do what they do?
Is it because of them or is it you?
Maybe it’s the witness standing by,
Pushing a point, like a poke in the eye.
Ask a question, expect a response,
One comes back like a cat on the pounce,
Dang that hurt, not what I expected,
Right in the eye, a bit of expectorate!
They’ve said they love me, what happened to that?
Three strikes you’re out! Like Casey at the bat.
Is what we have no longer valuable?
Or perhaps our love is a bit too malleable.
Lest I be too quick to judge,
It’s best I simply weave and dodge,
Live to fight another day,
Or forgive and forget, who’s to say?