STUCK  U.

 
Life  lessons,
love  professin’,
steady  testing,
Guessin’ by  what  degree,
you  love  or  hate  me
Claiming  me  2b  a  love  drop-out,
un-matriculated
When  I  was  merely  an  undergraduate,  
as  I  orientated,
Studying  two  majors,
looking  forward  to   recess
No  stress,  spring  broke,  
on  beds  casually  crashed
No  fad,  or  rehab  stint,  
we  both  were  hell  bent
Coming  on  strong  and  heavy  in  mutual  aspirations
Although  to  me  you  were  and  still  are  heaven  sent
Breath taking,  
waking  up  to  roll  and  sow  oats,  
before morning  coffee
Now  for  you,  you  renege  on  episodes,  
telling  me  to  repent
Revising  thesis  of  We,
to  How  You  could  never  trust…Us!
Rewriting  our  capers  from  the  plight  of  hindsight,  
as  I  turned  a-way…..
I  thought  you  secretly  liked  being  played  that  way,
as  we  both  competed
Together  we  could  never  be  defeated,  
until  you  started  questioning  playin’ time
Attempting  to  transfer  your  credit,
for  more  on field  authority,  plus more  electives
Subjective  formulaic  stressin’,  
professing  insights  based  solely  on  tails  of  tape  in  mirrors  
I  won’t  lie,  I  was  young  and  did  objectify  you  too,
 I just  knew  we  mesh  like  glue
Now  I’m  regulated  to  the  Hall  of  Shame,  
because  you  lost  in  the  biggest  game
Well  this  is  true,  but  my  cleats  are  bronzed
and  my  rings  sit  on  display  in  cases,  no  regrets
Now  we  are  rivals,  
as  the  bind  between  us  that  adhered  so  well,  was  nothing,  butt  love….
I  still  graduated  Summa  Cum  Laude…..
and  cherish  our  times  of  camaraderie  and  fun while Sticking  U!!!