Virtues and Vices


I bounce back like rubber
I stick like glue—
You can’t drop me,
but I can drop you.

I made you, I’ll break you—
Is that what you want?
You can be way on back
Sweetie, I’ll take the front.

You may be smart, but you’re wrong
It’s rainy.
Your little choice of harmless fun,
wasn’t all that brainy.

You made a choice—
Good for you!
I don’t want you back,
I hope that you’re through.

I don’t need this
I don’t him, nor I need you
I don’t want your love,
I just want the truth

The truth is dangerous—
Isn’t it dear?
Is that why you won’t speak it?
Consumed by your fear?

Fear is a virtue—
Truth be a vice
Your world is confusing,
not very concise.

I’m getting mine,
I know you’ll get yours
I can’t say I’m worried—
Just saying I’m sure.