She Thought Him…
She thought him the bland quips
…The cryptic rips people threw his way
Maybe not today
But every other day, as they say
When people opinions played him
At their whim
Calling him a chaser of trim
Chases it
Plays with it
To make it
HIS
Dispose of it
To start the chase
Again
She thought him the bland quips
…The cryptic rips people threw his way
As they dissed his playa game
…dismissed the latest flame
He never tried to claim
Claimed it was never his aim
To harvest from the field of hopes and dreams
He’d come to know
As he suffered beneath-the-belt blows
From those claiming to be in the know
But…didn’t know
HIM
She thought him the dawg of the earth
Of a valueless worth
But the jealousies
Of haters she could not see
Was clouding and muddying her objectivity
Birthing dissension between them
When it came to him
They were too slow
Couldn’t go toe-to-toe with a wordsmith
Couldn’t get this
…This game he portrayed on canvases of life
Not having a wife didn’t make him an evil man
With pen in hand
Airbrushing happiness with a maze of words
Things they’d never heard
Had them giddy with fantasies of romance
Ready to take a chance on
HIM
Him
Who they believed
A dawg
A skeez
Coz that was the word on the streets
‘bout
HIM
She thought him
That way
‘til that first
HELLO
She thought him the bland quips
…The cryptic rips people threw his way
Maybe not today
But every other day, as they say
When people opinions played him
At their whim
Calling him a chaser of trim
Chases it
Plays with it
To make it
HIS
Dispose of it
To start the chase
Again
She thought him the bland quips
…The cryptic rips people threw his way
As they dissed his playa game
…dismissed the latest flame
He never tried to claim
Claimed it was never his aim
To harvest from the field of hopes and dreams
He’d come to know
As he suffered beneath-the-belt blows
From those claiming to be in the know
But…didn’t know
HIM
She thought him the dawg of the earth
Of a valueless worth
But the jealousies
Of haters she could not see
Was clouding and muddying her objectivity
Birthing dissension between them
When it came to him
They were too slow
Couldn’t go toe-to-toe with a wordsmith
Couldn’t get this
…This game he portrayed on canvases of life
Not having a wife didn’t make him an evil man
With pen in hand
Airbrushing happiness with a maze of words
Things they’d never heard
Had them giddy with fantasies of romance
Ready to take a chance on
HIM
Him
Who they believed
A dawg
A skeez
Coz that was the word on the streets
‘bout
HIM
She thought him
That way
‘til that first
HELLO