Extermination

July 2^nd marked a day that is a reminder of why friends are invaluable to us, and why more often than not ex-girlfriends can never be that. On another note, I almost lost my best friend yesterday and this post may have applied to her; I am glad that I didn’t and that it doesn’t. This verse reminds me of this past birthday, as my birthday reminds me of why I composed this verse.

 

ahem,

let me be straight up,

disregarding the poetic vibe,

displacing the creativity of a verse,

administering a dose of reality,

delivering a pitch with a reliever’s touch,

to every bitch that’s come and gone,

no exceptions,

you take it how you want,

I’ll give it as it is,

the truth as to why

I have many ex-girlfriends

and no ex-girl friends,

do not question this sincerity,

do not wonder if this means you too,

for it did, does and will continue to,

I approach this podium,

delivering this seminar in thuggish attire,

speech impeded by this gum I chew,

yet this message is still clear cut,

I am a man,

I am a realist,

this is who I am to you,

now this is who you are to me

you are a bug and a flea,

so move on,

you have been

ex-terminated,

your time has come and gone,

your chance was wasted,

so now you no longer serve a purpose,

every female in my life not related to me,

must provide one, some or all of the following three;

one, sexual exhibitions,

two, provider of food; for thought or for stomach,

three, emotional companionship

if you have none of these:

you are a bug and a flea,

so move on,

you have been,

ex-terminated,

chances are that you are an ex,

because you could not give none of these,

if you can’t teach, feed, or fuck me,

you need to just end it now,

you sucked as a friend and as a woman,

so with that I give you no respect,

for you are not real to me,

you no longer exist as nothing more than this

you are a bug and a flea,

so move on,

you have been,

ex-terminated,

I have shouldered the burden for too long,

this time around, the realist tells it as it is,

though I am the one constant in each one,

it’s not me,

it never was,

I am who I am,

and never portrayed myself as anything but,

yet time and truth have revealed all

you are a bug and a flea,

so move on,

you have been,

ex-terminated,

from the first flame to the last lyricist,

from the long-term teases to the short stint psychos,

peasants and princesses,

one in the same and causelessly conceited,

as if I was dumb enough,

to throw on my humble helmet,

and get beat in the brain with the bullshit

never that, sis,

you are a bug and a flea,

so move on,

you have been,

ex-terminated,

I didn’t love and let go,

I disrespected and discarded,

for they are worthless and without purpose

I no longer doubt myself,

In fact I love me some myself,

for I am the shit in my own right,

this is my motivation to move forward,

so use this as yours to fall backward

you are a bug and a flea,

so move on,

you have been,

ex-terminated,

I don’t use names,

as this applies to you all,

every… last… one-a-y’all,

say what you feel and take it how you want,

“nigga, please,”

indeed I am pleased,

“that was fucked up,”

not really, nor realistically,

“I thought I meant more than that,”

you used to, but now you just simply don’t

“fuck you,”

that I can live with

you are a bug and a flea,

so move on,

you have been,

ex-terminated,

I’ve looked at this from the wrong manner,

I cannot issue my letter of resignation,

for I am the man of my own plan,

and the boss of my own cause

with that being said,

you may now exit the premises,

you no longer work here,

and your services are no longer needed

you are a bug and a flea,

so move on,

you have been,

ex-terminated,

this is not hurt doing the speaking for me,

this is speech with the most utmost sincerity,

this is not bitterness from those coming and going,

this is a realistic interpolation of life’s lessons,

this is not a declaration that I will never love again,

this is a vow to never forget how special She will be to me,

this is not a testimony of how women aren’t shit,

this is an understanding that you are not a woman to me

you are a bug and a flea,

so move on,

you have been,

ex-terminated,

you all have taught me much,

and I will forever heed these lessons,

you all have molded me into the man that I am,

and I will tell you on some real shit;  I love my damn self,

you all have helped to compose Her,

what I need Her to be and not to be,

yet and still, my motto remains intact

“it is what it is, and it will be just that”

you are,

a bug and a flea,

so,

move on,

you,

have just been,

ex-terminated.

~ by mrrealistic on 4 July, 2009.