Not Again
by James Nahrgang

You use excuses in many ways,
So many they become a daze.
Your excuses I've come to tire,
Your lips seem that of a liar.
Your stories are like the leaves,
moving and flowing in the breeze.
Changing ideas from time to time,
ready to change promises on a dime.
I do not tolerate, and cannot stand,
being shifted from hand to hand.
This has happened to many men,
and as for me--not again, not again

As a hat, desired for the rain,
once the sun greets, for that hat--no claim.
Like a pup who is loved but slowly fades,
as the pup has come to age.
I myself you set aside,
as if I were something for you to hide.
Something that's better when your are bored,
Only when there's extra time you can aford.
I love you, and you--I wished the same,
but your lips, not hands, are all that claim.
This has happened to many men,
and as for me--not again, not again