Why do I love you,
When all you bring is pain,
If I stay with you any longer,
I know I'll go insane.

But I can not imagine my life,
With out you by my side,
My complete and total devotion,
Is something I can not hide.

Your lies flow like a river,
A never ending stream,
I wish I just could wake,
From this terrible, terrible dream.

Your words are like daggers,
With a fatally stabbing blade,
With each awful thing you say,
I feel my life force fade.

This is the wurst poem ever writ
it has no rhyme, the meter's sh@ t
well maybe it has one lone rhyme
but it's hardly worth your time

I don't know what the intent is
message as clear as soda fizz
mizpelling and tipos by the duzzen
as purty as an old maid cuzzin

You can relax I'm almost finished
is there such a word as ginnished ?
go on back to having fun
this monstrosity is finally done

Steve Mc Queen, we call him, he's a grand old gent
He's slightly hard of hearing and his body's bent

He don't remember me, but that is quite alright
I say my name is Guy, and click his seat-belt tight

We talk about the things we see, where he used to go
I say; Oh, is that right? But the script is one I know

He goes to church each Sunday, from the nursing home
Sometimes he lapses silent, I watch his mind go roam

Pontoon

With this hand of cards I've been dealt
I make the choices without regret
I choose my path along this bumpy road
As it digs me in, to deeper debt

This hand of cards is full of jokers
I make the call and await my fate
I stand at the crossroads in my way
I know my decision, I nervously wait

Decision made
Flick of the wrist
I watch you twist

I should've stuck
But I took the risk
I bust as you twist