My mind cannot retrace
all of the things I’ve misplaced
staying a leg up – in this infinite cardiac race.
The memories I cannot contain
at the utter of the name
of the lame who couldn’t tame the mane I’ve became.
Inevitably I replay
all the shit he used to say
how his lips would part and the melodies would play.
Serenaded and swooned.
Amused and confused.
See I was the one whose ego would bruise.
This love cruise, how the boat would sway.
Oh how damn good he was with the roles he played.
An artist, the best in his craft
for years this cruise would last
They’d ask why I’m so quick to spazz
Not knowing I wasn’t fast
I guess I never could be
See I assumed I was being courted;
Naive to the fact he was a clown impersonating a King.