Don't be damned
By men who scram
They try so little
And you try so hard.
Don't be ratted
Your heart ain't tatte'd
By a man who don't
Love you a'more.
They fool you into finding
A piece that you could hold
They fool you into clenching
Like your future now unfold.
Ironing and darning socks
For a sleaze and mighty drat.
You ne'er liked a man that way
But he fool'd you into that.
Save yourself, Miss pretty
Save yourself the ache
For someone who don't do much bad
And you be kind to take.
About Me
- Leila Rousseau
- Constant complainer, effervescent explainer, road rager, mostly moody, joke laugher, make believer, neverender, air breather and happy if you allow me. This is the incomplete scrapbook of Leila Rousseau's modernly artistic scrapings. Nothing is clear and nothing is really here. We can't all be inspired, and we can't all be interested. Be humble to knowledge, as it will always be greater and more fierce than ego and explanation. Everything here is my own, but I wonder whose I am. So I could pass on the credit, when I might make someone giggle, a little.
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