My Man

He was a liar.

He was a fraud.

He kept a watch in his back pocket,

And down the road he trod.

He was a weirdo.

He was a freak.

He would hunt for a pigeon all day long,

But he’d only keep the beak.

He was a stalker.

He was a spy.

He hid in the bushes

Whenever people walked by.

He was a bully.

He was a jerk.

He loved to fight,

But hated to work.

He was not okay.

He was not fine.

But that lying, spying, stalking, walking, hunting, hiding, no one of a man was mine.