Rosebud

Rosebud, you are my favorite flower.
Your alluring odor has the power
To excite my every sense,
For your fragrance is so intense:
It causes my heart to dance.
You, special gift of romance!
As my nose is bewildered in your tip,
My mouth waters: longing to take a sip
Of the nectar you hold inside,
If only you would open wide.
As my nose ponders your extremity,
My lips feel the soft wonders of your head.
O rosebud, do come shed
Your petals in my bed.

Monkey in my Tree

Mr. Landscaper, do what you do.
Turn my grass to a verdant hue.
Flowers blossom, bloom and grow.
Waves of butterflies come and go.
Release a monkey in my tree.
Don't you know you've captivated me?

Bars on Windows

Bars on windows,
Dead bolt locks on doors!
Is this home a sweet home
Or a prison of yours?

Insulated and barricaded,
A fence around your yard,
Separated and isolated,
Growling dogs on patrol to guard!

"Trespassers must keep out!"
Perimeter signs do note.
You're as a castle high on a hill
Surrounded by a mote.

You've hoisted your yellow flag.
A warning has been told.
What has you locked in quarantine?
What disease has taken hold?

Are you sure beyond a doubt
That your purpose is to keep unwanted people out?
Or do you fear they may have eyes to see
That your soul has leprosy?

One Golden Coin Lost

The best love you ever had
Was worth every risk you made;
But then you took that love for granted
And lost it with one wayward gaze:
Drawn away by the praises of silly women,
Who had never smelt your malodorous breath,
Who had some inflated ideas
Of your wisdom and of your wealth.
But the one who knew you at your worse
And yet saw you at your best
Is the one you lost
While you were trying to hold on to the rest.
One golden coin is lost.
The question now is, “what will you do"?
Seek not an answer from any other;
To your own heart you must be true.

Same Words

The words he spoke
Had me smitten;
And that's no joke.

He had me strung along,
Until I heard him repeating
Like lyrics to a song,

Those same words to another.
Then I knew it was time to part
With my deceitful brother.

Just a Hypocrite

He was a married man,
Quite upset
That his wife showed her pastor
More respect
Than what she showed him.

So he proposed that pastors
Do reject
The women that honor them;
And yet,
He was a teacher who had
Quite a female following;
And it was his praises they would sing.

But rather than discourage,
He did encourage
Them to bring the more;
And when his own wife became sore,
He took no action to bring an end
To what he saw as support of a freind.

And so, his stance against the pastors
Made him just a hypocrite.

Relaxed

Relinquish all activity.
Ease all muscles.
Let go all cares.
At rest is both heart and mind.
X'd out is this time slot.
Enter into a new dimension:
Dreaminess.

Myth

Man that appears one way,
Yet is not, does not have a
True
Heart.

Afternoon

No time for lunch.
Just time enough to grab a bunch
Of flowers and get home,
Where someone's waiting all alone.
It's mid-afternoon
And it's time to swoon.

Blue Flame

Bright yellow burning flames,
Amongst them, I see you.
Burning hotter than the rest,
You have a different hue.
All that come near you shall ignite,
Oh fiery flame of blue.

Modusoperandi

Please don't tell me anymore!
My ears are tired and have grown sore.
In me, you've "found your home sweet home";
But there you are on the phone
Trying to get between another woman's legs.
Now "our relationship is non-exclusive."
Man, you are so elusive!

So now you want to project that I have some jealousy;
And you can't put your trust in me;
When it's you that can't be trusted.
Man, you are so busted!
Liar, liar
Pants on fire!
We met
On the internet,
On a Christian dating service, where you told me that being single
Was just a jingle;
And the ranks of men were only married liars
With no fear of burning hell fires.
They just wanted some sexual chat.
If it led to more, they'd fancy that.
But you were one with a true heart;
And no lie could ever part
Your lips because you would not defame
Your own surname.
And you were never married.
And so I tarried
To hear just what you had to say.
And with my heart and mind, you did play.
After some years, I came to know you:
To know that every word you spoke was untrue.
You were never legit.
Your heart, you would never commit.
Promises were never kept.
Those would be considered lies except
That you are entitled to change your mind;
And so you did so all the time.
And yes, I soon discovered that you were married too.
But not from you.
It was your own friends and family that let me know
The fool I'd been  - to let go
My heart to you,
Because you
Would never hold it dear.
And so, it does appear
That to lie
Is just your modusoperandi.

Fantasy

Facinating fantasy flames the fires of my heart.
Hallucinatory heartrob hovers from the start.
Stimulating surrealism situated in my mind.
Mesmerising mirage mimicking the divine.

Quickly Undone

A sensational chthonic tat
Written in an unusual dialect
Was webified.
People everywhere were horrified.
In seconds the message spread
And the whole earth was filled with dread.
Could this be a bellweather of things to come?
See how quickly the world can be undone!

Zaki

He was a man quite puny.
At first, some thought him loony.
But his violence became quite known
His infamy throughout the land had grown.
He overthrew a government
And massacred each dissident
And named himself the king.
Oh! To have his name ring
Throughout a great empire
Was his great hope, and his desire.
So he controlled what was being said.
Upon others, he would tread.
He gathered unto himself an army.
His self-importance became smarmy.
He began wars with every group
And took over each with a coup d’etat.
He was most tyrannical by far.
And it became no mystery
That his name became etched in history,
The great Napoleon.

Lesson

What is the lesson to be learned?
Love is spent and never earned?
Love is given, perhaps returned?
On two ends a candle's burned?
Love is empty, hurting, always yearned?
Actions and intent not discerned
Where matters of the heart's concerned?
Pages of the book unturned!
First we meet and now adjourned!

Fradulent

Funds never going to the place they had intent.
Raising eyebrows question how the money has been spent.
Arising innuendos lead to argument.
Undesired consequences shall result from this event.
Documents have been doctored, the law to circumvent.
Unscrupulous practices - to the penitentiary one is bent.
Lies promulgated to prevent some one being sent.
Enough destitute victims to build a monument!
Needless suffering brings a conscience to repent.
Turning ancestors in their graves, ashamed of their descent!

Why

Their eyes had never met.
They stood so far apart.
One glance at dear Bathsheba,
Pierced through David's heart.
What was it about her
That cast this magic spell?
What voodoo caused him to want her
Without a thought of hell?
Why did he leave the battle
And stand there on his roof?
What caused his mind to wander
And his heart to be aloof?
What was the purpose of their connection?
My heart yearns to know the truth.

Hope for a Narcissist

I've often wondered about a narcissist,
Wondering how they have come to exist.
Hiding hurts from long ago that never have been healed.
Needing words of comfort to be soothed and congealed.
Wanting things to be ideal.
Unable to cope when they are real.
Flitting from one person to another to fill a hole within their heart:
A hole that only God can truly fill.
Oh, if they would only yield to Him; He most surely will.

Get to Steppin'

Girl, you got to understand
You got no place between me and my man.
Even God won't touch this,
So you best fear my wrath cuz I am pissed!
A woman lying in my bed
Had best wish that she was dead.
Them who God has joined together, you best leave alone
Befo' you find yourself six-feet under - dead and gone.
Don't step to me cuz I don't play.
Go ahead, drop down on yo' knees and pray.
You just best get out my way
Or we will come to terms today.
It's not yo' place to interfere with what husband and wife have got to say.
Because the two are one.
He can talk like a fool if he wants to, but befo' my work is even begun,
You best get to steppin' and disappear.
Just get yo' ass up outta here!

Caught You

Caught you!
Messing around on the internet,
Trying to be someone you are not,
Playing single, though married;
Your wife and children you forgot.
A young accomplished man
Is an old accomplished fool.
Caught you!
Preying upon unsuspecting women
Using the internet as your tool.
You say nothing's happening;
You're just giving good advice;
But it's me who's looking at you
And I know phone sex is your vice.
If you haven't got there yet
You were well along the way.
So shut-up; don't give me no excuse!
You have nothing more to say.
I've caught you!

Not Mine

Tempting, tantalizing, tongue-tingling treat,
Sugary satisfaction, scrumptiously sweet,
Delicious, delectable so good to eat,
Costs decidedly more than my pocket can meet.
Although it is a rare and exquisite find,
This sultry delight cannot possibly be mine.

Can any Take Your Place?

Can any take your place?
Unconceivable!
'Cause your love is
Undeniably satisfying.
Momunents are erected in your honor.
Buildings bearing your name reach for the sky.
Earth trembles and quakes in your presence causing
Rivers to spring forth from fountainheads.

Baby Go!

Baby, no!
Baby, no!
Baby, baby, baby, Go
Right ahead;
Dive right in
Head first.
It's your time to win.
Go for the gold.
Ten. Ten. Ten.
You got the moves.
You made the score.
You got me yelling,
"Encore! Encore!"

Same O'

I hear the same o' message
Repeated time and time again.
I've learned that lesson long ago
And wait for originality to seep in.
Can you sing a new song?
Have you afflatus for today?
I see the branch vibrating,
But the bird has flown away.

Walk with Me

Simply irresistible is what I’m claimed to be,
Having a hold on a man both spiritually and sexually.
But I cast no spell on any man.
They come to me by choice,
Attracted by my beauty and sensuality the most.
Strangely, it’s mostly married men
At home with an empty bed
Who want to spend some time with me
Than with their wives instead.
But I have nothing to offer them
Other than a word
Of kindness and to recommend
That their loins be gird
Along with their imagination,
Which is dangerous to let roam free.
I walk a path of righteousness
And those who walk with me
Must surely do the same.

Twig

She was a puny girl,
Who became queen in the modeling world.
She had giant eyes and eye lashes
That were captured in photographer's flashes.
Her hair was always cut short
And microbolant attire she would sport.
She had an androgynous look,
By which the concept of beauty was shook.
Although she was as thin as a twig,
She was the image in her time to dig.
Despite some thought she was bulimic,
She was the icon that young girls would mimic.

Little Jack Horner

Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner
Eating some punani pie.

He put in his thumb,
Pulled it out and said, "Yum!"
As he licked his finger dry.

It was succulently sweet
So he had plenty to eat.
He savored its scrumptiousness.

A gustatory delight!
It tasted just right.
So he relished in its lusciousness.

Understanding now

Understanding now that your forever means tomorrow.
Understanding now that your truth is but a lie.
Understanding now that your riches come with sorrow.
Understanding now, time spent with you are days gone bye.

Understanding now that your heart was never given.
Understanding now that your words were just a line.
Understanding now, with you, my heart would be broken.
Understanding now, after you, being alone looks just fine!

Understanding now, for you, love was so elusive.
Understanding now, giving you my heart was a mistake.
Understanding now, what we had was not exclusive.
Understanding now, that me, you would forsake.

Understanding now, your home was not with me alone.
Understanding now, you are as any male I've ever known.
Yes, I'm understanding now.

His Note

Woman, I don't love you no more.
Really,
It's
True!

Other women and their
Friendship, I find more inspiring.

Deep down
Inside is a
Void you can't fill.
Obviously, it's over between us.
Regardless of anything you or even God has to say,
Consider this relationship
Ended.

Waiting

Before the dawn comes.
Under star lit skies,
Stand I awaiting.

Now

Never wait until tomorrow.
Or that day be filled with sorrow.
When to do it? Do it NOW!

Allurement

Attractive, seductive, invitation given; heightened libido, passionately driven.
Luring me to come hither.
Leaving reasoning to wither.
Until I can resist no longer.
Riveting conversation, desire growing stronger.
Enthralled by an enticing smile.
Mouth begins to water as I linger for a while.
Enravished by his beauty; engaged by his charm.
Needing him, pleading him to hold me in his arm.
Titillating, tantalizing, tease, fulfill all my fantasies, please!

Taste

Moisture formed by dew rests upon the flower's petals.
Yeilding, the ground opens to the rain.

Vocalize your song, O lips,
A song of a gurgling brook
Gushing to the surface from hidden springs,
Inviting immersion.
Navigate the uncharted ocean, my son,
And get lost at sea.

Inhale the intoxicating aroma of
Salty waters from a well dug deep.

Will you take a drink of wine?
Enchanted elixir induces euphoria.
Taste.

Gobbledygook

Your words are gobbledygook and nonsensical to me.
My mind is dull. My ears are deaf. And I can hardly see.
My perception is my filter and my reality.

Counterfeit

The epigone artist produced a brummagen masterpiece.
And before a wanton public, it was very soon released.
Many copies were created and sold in mass quantity,
While the original artist languished in stark poverty.

God Adjudicates

My eyes read what is not there, while my
Ears hear what is not said.
Liars, I won't tolerate; yet
I stand with myself.
Never judge another is what the good book states:
Discernment of the heart of man, God
Adjudicates.

Friend or Lover

Shall I lose friend or lover;
Or lose them both in one swell swoop,
When I soon discover
That my lover was my friend?

Released

Some say my words are logorrhoea,
Some say otiose,
But I know that my words have power
To heal my heart the most.
Emotions that were held within
Released in words written with the pen.

Alone

Here I stand all alone.
There is not another.
Can't you see
It's only me
And I have no brother?
So it is the work of two,
I alone must do.
This is my trial, my test, my joy,
Until my life is through.

Your Place

Be at peace, dear,
There is no war here:
No battle to fight,
No enemy to fear.
There is no need to run.
There is no need to hide.
There is no need to search
Fathoms so far and wide.
Here, in my love,
Is your place to abide.

Lackadaisical

The lackadaisical lexicographer
Was a little leprechaun,
Who lived in the Limely Library
On Lexington and Barne.
One day this little leprechaun
Fell in love with a lassie fair.
He loved the way she smiled at him.
He loved her long flowing hair.
Just as the lassie had appeared,
She disappeared as well.
So the lackadaisical lexicographer
Fell into a depressing spell.
To those who visited the library,
He was most sure to tell
Just how he became lackadaisical,
“A broken heart just hurts like hell!”

Rocks

One man's "garbage"
Is another man's "treasure".
One man's "farts"
Is another man's "perfume".
Black men traded their diamonds for mirrors,
Because they did not know the value of their rocks
To other men.

Gone

That which you don't value,
You are most certain to lose.
When it's gone, you'll see it's worth
And then start singing the blues.
You take what God has given you
And treat it with despise;
And set your heart on the mythical
Before you realize
That what you held so near
Is now lost and gone,
And what you set your heart upon
Will keep your heart forlorn.

Enormous

Extension of your ego is quite great indeed.
Never have I heard of such a large quantity.
Overflowing, boundless as a
River running free.
Monumental madness, such a monstrosity!
Over development? The cause, quite possibly.
Uncontrolled growth leads to grandiosity.
Sprawling, never ending, growing to infinity!

Brusied

Raindrops falling down
Muddy puddle forms in yard
Dirty clothes, bruised butt

Embers sparked

My heart beats faster
As you brush my nipple's tip.
Kindling embers sparked.

Interference

In case you don't understand, speak to the hand!
Need I say more?
This conversation does not involve you.
Every time I open my mouth, you are there -- and not welcome!
Remove yourself from my space. I don't want to hear your
Flippant remarks, so can it and put it on the shelf. Just as you
Entered in, step out!
Run, don't walk, to the nearest exit!
Encumbrance is
Not in your best interest. Upon this you
Can rest assured.
Enough said!

Noel

Every man has two natures:
The old man and the new.
The old one is deception;
While the new one, it is true.
And so, I saw within him
A person I could love.
He was as wise as a serpent
And yet as gentle as a dove.
It was not the roaring lion
That pranced around as king,
But was the gentle lamb
Whose noel I did sing.

Arousal

Amalgamate the following herbs to make a ripe decoction:
Rehmannia, ginseng, ginko, oat extract, and passionflower,
Urva ursi, and yohimbe (will get you lasting many hours),
Saw palmetto, stinging nettle, sarsaparilla, schisandra,
Ashwaganda, muira puama, and for more bliss add licorice.

Beauty Before Age

Once I stood center stage in the spotlight of Obeomi's heart,
Thinking that nothing and no one could ever break us apart.
It was then that I was lionized,
Praised and almost idolized.
He said that plans for his future were made with me in mind,
And so, before our God, two hearts were intertwined.
We would talk to each other each and every day, sometimes passing time in silence,
But something happened along the way and his mood turned to ambivalence
As he turned his sights from me to another in the audience.
Hmmm.
Beauty before age!
She and I, our roles reversed as she took center stage.
Center stage for Obeomi was a revolving door,
For Obeomi was the one who always held the floor.
She who gave him the most honor, praise and glory
Would be his leading lady.
He was always correct
And left no room for another's voice to interject.
It was he who was the truth and the way.
So she who would bow and obey
Would have his heart for today.
Just as he desires it, so let it be
For my dear, Obeomi.

Obeomi

Obeomi was a great philosopher and humanitarian,
Who was not known to be a latitudinarian.
He was a polymath and quite wise.
Religion, he did lionize;
And through his studies, insights and revelations had discovered sempiternal truth.
So he constructed a large and elevated booth
From which his dictums, he did boldly express
And questions from the audience, he would address.
So he garnered quite a following of philomaths
And he taught and directed them along life's path
As he expoused platonic and agape love
That would free body, mind and soul to reach heights far above
Anything since known to man,
Thereby, promoting the goals of this great egalitarian.

Hail, Mary, Full of Grace

A handsome dapper gentleman entered the hotel.
He went up to the front desk and rang the manager's bell.
In his arms he did cosset a small white chow.
Soon the manager entered the room and asked the gentleman, "How
May I help you? To which the gentleman said,
"I'd like to have a small quaint room with one king-size bed."
The manager handed him a key and off the gentleman went,
With a nosegay of flowers that filled the room with their scent.
Once in his room, there was heard a soft knock at the door.
So he did open it, and his eyes did pour
Over a mysterious and beautiful woman in a long trench coat.
As she entered into his room, he did gloat.
Then he asked her kindly, "May I take your coat"?
And she replied, "Most certainly, bloke."
So she took it off, thereby, exposing she was bare,
Except for about her neck, she did wear
A golden rosary.
So he said three Our Father’s, ten Hail Mary’s and fifty Glory Be’s.

Pray For Humility

The extroverted polymath
Gave a misbegotten dictum
And led astray a philomath,
His unintentional victum.
His words were as the verdure of a meadow
And spoken with such panache.
How could this dear poor fellow
Expect the resulting blackwash?
But pride comes before the fall,
This I have been told.
Reasoning became a brawl
And strife did unfold.
Perhaps it is not too late
And an act of futility.
To pray for peace and love and great
Humility.

Cause To Have Alarm

The old man masqueraded as a young man
And sought a young woman’s heart.
She was elated and agog.
Her eyes blinded in the fog.
Her spirit, his words did vitalize;
Her senses, they did tantalize.
She was cozened by his charm
And saw no cause to have alarm.
So she sung to him her paean; and they began to dance
As she was swooped into an exciting whirlwind romance.
Such was her vulnerability
To fall for one with such anomy.
Enlarged was her fallibility
To partake in this ignominy.
So taken was she in his embrace.
First he kissed her lips and then he kissed her face,
Then his lips descended and settled at her neck.
As she swooned and sighed, he quickly took a peck.
His fangs sunk deep into her carotid artery,
Then she became one of his vampiri.

Be Careful

Lamb or roaring lion?
Deception or is it true?
Be careful before you give your heart
Lest you become a blinded fool!

Putrid Poetry

I speak English, not poetry.
I speak plainly, not with imagery.
I abhor how you communicate
And the nuances that you state.
Your words paint pictures; and I disagree
With how you portray my world and me.
So since the two of us cannot see
Eye to eye, it's best that we
Go our separate ways; although
Deep in my heart, I know
That what you write is true.
But I can't accept it coming from you.
Your pen has pierced my mind: exposing every thought.
Your words are written in my blood: drawn from my very heart.
There on every sheet, I see on every line
The world that I had hidden exposed for all to find.
I cannot grasp the words to state.
How deep and strong is my hate.
"I am not fond of you," is what I choose to say
To damn the tide of my emotions that I hold at bay.
So you see the iceberg's tip and cannot even fathom the mass of my abhorrance still hidden in the sea
Of my mind and heart; there, tormenting me.
There I percolate every hateful thought.
Oh, the destruction you have brought
To me
By your putrid poetry!

Won't Bury My Voice

He has visions of my infidelity every time I speak to another man,
Then I endure his prodding and jokes daily for months on end.
But when
I walk in the room and find him in another’s loving embrace,
Should I speak one word to express my disgust, I’m accosted and slapped in the face.
I’m told to keep silent and speak not a word, not a peep, not a sound, not a trace,
For that would be disrespectful and bring to him much disgrace.
But the husbandman should lead by example and show me the way that it’s done,
Not to ask of me to do what seems the impossible, a thing he has never begun.
The veil to the Holy of Holies is rent
And boldly to the Father I’m sent.
And there I express to God all that I’m feeling and He listens with a great content.
And yet to express to a man what I’m feeling, I have no authority!
I don’t understand this concept. Does this man feel he’s greater than He
Who has made me, greater than He who has made he? Greater than the Father above?
And yet with his mouth he has the boldness to tell me that he’s expressing the Father’s love!
Why am I taken through all these gyrations? Surely there’s another intent.
Does the gravity of my pain magnify his guilt to bring to his mind much torment?
Will silencing my mouth also silence his conscience?
And give him the freedom to indulge in the pleasures he’s seeking?
Well then, I must divulge that I’m leaving.
Don’t worry, he won’t have me around.
He won’t bury my voice in the ground!

Rendezvous

Yes, it is true.
He and I had a rendezvous.
I found him interesting and quixotic,
Enlightening and exotic.
Truth be told, he was erotic.
I found his words quite hypnotic.
With him, my spirit was ebullient
And I listened until I became somnolent.
From his vast knowledge, he would educate;
So I sat at his feet as he did inculcate,
For this was his proclivity.
Soon it became so with me.
And so I find this quite ironic,
That I learned from him of love, platonic.

Justice Will Come

It is morganatic, woman; and so you look forlorn
Now that your mate is dead and gone
Leaving you and your children without a claim
To his name.
Without a deed to his land,
How can you feed your poor children? Your heart can’t understand.
But it is quite lucid that you are a slave
And everything you had is now in the grave.
Not even a cup of tea is left to thee.
You have no place in society.
Your case is but a mystery.
Your mark is left in history.
You need not have clairaudience to hear what has been said.
You and he were never wed.
You bore him children, so in the eyes of God you were his bride;
But the thoughts of God and man are apart both far and wide.
What of your future? You now wonder,
Since Death has put your relationship asunder.
It is absconded, saying you and he
Never was and will never be.
You have no station in this life,
So you will never be considered his wife,
Only his property, to be disposed of in his will.
Yes, I know why you are ill.
But hold your head up and have no regret.
In time, dear, justice will come to you yet.

Have Your Way

When did the lies begin?
When were they ever to end?
You' been leading me around with some pretense.
Now, all of sudden, you want to try to make sense!
Now, you want to give me a chance!  A chance for what?

To have love, because you weren't givin' it?
To have a husband, because you never intended to commit?
To have a provider, because you weren't gettin' off of shit?
To have a protector, because you don't give a damn?
C'mon, what's this all about man?
You wanna step out because you know you don't deserve what you got.
If you take and don't pay, you' nothin' but a thief!

Stolen kisses and stolen ass:
Temporary pleasure that never lasts.
Goodbye? So let it be!
I once was blind, but now I see.
Your pretty words blew smoke in my eyes.
Now I see they were nothing but lies.
For your heart was filled with evil intent.

Yeah, you found lil' Red walking alone in the woods.
But we all know how that story ends, and it's not too good
For the wolf, but if that's what you wanna be,
Go ahead; it's fine with me!
My, my, what big eyes you have, and what big teeth!

Don't pretend you're my granny dear.
You are a wolf; a wolf, I fear.
My God, my God, please draw near.
Arrest this lying, thieving, pretender here.
And O Lord, have your way with him.

I Let You Go

If this is how it is gonna be
Then I thank God for sparing me.
If demanding trust, love and respect causes you to pout,
Then I am better off now that you've decided to bow out
And go another way or to forever remain silent.
It's best we let God work this out to how it is meant to be.
Yes, I'm sure it will take some time
And I'll let the clock tick as things unwhine
As I adjust to you not being there.
Not being where?
Not in my heart? Not on my mind?
Everywhere I look I find
You.
But every moment that I miss you
I'm reminded it's for my good, so
Again and again, I let you go.

You Go Alone

I don't like the things you say,
The jokes you tell, the games you play,
Of breaking up and infidelity.
I don't want those things a part of me,
Don't even want them on my mind.
Whatsoever is pure, lovely and true, let it be there to find.
I don't want unacceptable meditations in my heart.
I won't play those roles; I won't play that part!
If you can't live without that game,
Then things between us won't be the same
'Cause I won't play with you.
Pretending to be unfaithful puts one foot out the door
And I know your past; you've stepped beyond the threshold before.
Now you want me to bear the image of the lifestyle you've come to know.
You can color me scarlet in your mind but, my friend, it ain't so!
If that's the place you want to go,
Just tell me; don't just tippy-toe,
Then hang up the phone.
You go alone!