Poor; Poor, Chris

Poor; poor, Chris Let's pity him as his life is amiss, He was looking for love and desire But, once again he gets burnt by its fire; He yells and then he screams He has nightmares and not ever dreams, A young man he is in fact But, pretty soon he will have a heart attack; He cries that he is treated like trash And all that he is wanted for is his cash, Now I will speak to him on his own behalf Behind his back everyone does laugh; He says by his love he is rejected And he shouts that he is always neglected, With his constant rambling he is told to halt But he allowed it, so it is really his own fault; So, I say to him be a man and pull up your pants Stop your whining and complaining and your rants, We all are tired of hearing how he’s been mistreated and used And I am sorry that his pride and his dignity has been bruised; He was looking for love, companionship and thrills But, all that he received were heartbreak and bills, I say either leave her, or suck it up and stay But, if it were me; I would just walk away. Randy L. McClave