Felonious And Petty

If it is true that everything happen
For a reason, then sometimes
I have this notion
That the reason must be of the most sublimes
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For to befuddle and confuse me
Is the only reason I see
As I am left to the mercy
To those who would use me so cruelly.
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A heart given, accepted and then rejected
While your heart still yearns
For the one who boasted
Their love would never adjourn
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Then sometimes people come into your life
Just to rob, steal, and kill
They bring nothing but strife
And discourse is what they distil.
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They bring no good, nothing you can learn
From the harm they leave behind
If only you could burn
The memories they left in your mind.
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Such a sad story they tell
And all they want is just for you to lend
A hand to help then out of the difficulties that befell
But it is just a story they used to vend.
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It was a bill of goods that they sold,
Which you bought, whole hog
When you bankrolled
A way out of their clog.
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They drove away with your money
Never to be seen again.
What reason could there be for such petty
Betrayal of a conman?
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Large and small the betrayals come
“I just need it until next week”
She said, but six months it has become.
And the chances of a payback look bleak.
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You are walking down the street
And with knives and guns and with great bluster
Demanding, telling you that you are dead meat
If you do not stand and deliver.
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So again I ask you
What reason can there be
For you to go through
Things so felonious and petty?
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Rexx