Damn Rumors

it was lost during translation

in the back part of my head

was some miscommunication


he said he said kind of bull shit

just made me so mad I could spit

I moved along with trepidation

instead of getting misled

each step a fine calculation

It's like tip toeing on egg shells

or a cat's tail tied up with bells

finding a solid foundation
trying to make it ahead

took a look at my creation

built a kingdom and called it home

just a house 'cause I'm all alone

they said I liked masturbation

how those nasty rumors spread

like an itchy irritation

poison ivy massage oils

I rub it in it causes boils

scared of the humiliation

my face was flushed and red

wishing I lost my sensation

while my heart had palpitations

said I was better off dead

I upheld my reputation

with the highest validation

Copyright © 2015 by Patrick B Vince

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