SURELY, SURELY, SURELY
No I guess I won’t be getting
Any children named after me
To grow up, I’m glad I waited.
Divorce is hard, but I have comfort
Divorce is hard, but I have comfort.
Surely you jest, you can’t be serious.
Seriously, your cerebral cortex must be deficient
Curious with the dearth of quality.
Male prospects, good luck finding a man this decent.
I admit luck with women is non-existent.
I made my peace for my mistakes
For those I repent.
I’m happy to seek a soul mate who
Will understand me and know what I meant.
One who fuels me up and refuels me after all my energy is spent.
In one regard I’m at a loss,
Adrift in a solitude like no other.
Licking my wounds, taking inventory: one lost lover.
Painstakingly in rebuilding mode.
Is this a manifestation of bad karma, reaping what I sowed?
Today I breathe a sigh of relief.
I become relieved that I can escape with my life, nothing owed.
No children were harmed in the departure.
It just wasn’t my time yet to be a father.
Repeat... I guess you won’t be naming no children after me...