Tough Love


There’s nothin’ wrong with a comfortin’ hug,
butta kiss anna cuddle ain’t a fertility drug.
The older we grow, the more discerning and wise,
yearnin’ for the things that we haven’t yet tried.
Before we die.

I gotta tell ya, when push comes to shove:
I want some fun, so gimme

Tough love.

Over the hill ‘n’ goin’ over the top,
maybe ma brakes are blown, butta can’t seemta stop.
To ma left ‘n’ right the body count’s sky high,
as they lose all interest, fallin’ by the wayside.
Practically died.

I gotta tell ya, I like it rough:
I want some fun, so gimme

CHORUS

Gimme enough rope an I’ll hang myself.
Better than bein’ left on the shelf.
A death knell.

I gotta tell ya, I like it rough:
Don’t pull your punch, gimme

CHORUS

©24.10.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman

To ma left ‘n’ right the bodies piled up high,


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