by Glen Martin Fitch
I took you at face value,
though unknown.
But if you count
each sacrifice I've made,
add every night
I should have left but stayed,
times all those times
you left me on my own,
your rudeness,
squared,
your irresponsibility,
less my respect
you let depreciate,
and take away from that
the food you ate,
from that deduct
your negativity,
divided by my pay check
split in two
you tally less than zero.
That's a fact.
You're just the kind
of looser I attract.
The latest ex in my life
now is you.
Too late to add your heartache,
needs or wrath.
Here’s proof!
Remember you said,
"Do the math."
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011