How can that be since I don’t do games?
My love is real
Did everything my mama said I should do.
Men like good girls so I played nice
I smiled sweetly and batted my lashes
“Thank you, ” I said demurely
when he opened the car door for me;
I gushed when he presented me with gifts
even when I didn’t like them;
And I sang my best song when he mounted me.
How could he do that to me
after all I’ve done for him?
I laughed at his jokes
even though they weren’t funny;
I prepared his meals,
I hate to cook;
Played with his daughter,
Don’t like kids.
I was rock candy on his arm
Though I couldn’t breathe in that body-shaper,
Got corns from those four-inch heels
I was everything he could want.
How could I get played when I won’t in the game?
© D.L. Lunsford