Ode to Frank

Like a jacked up kanye fashion show          
I’m a point the trigger to your ears, click it and blow          
Shooting my words like I was on target          
You’re listening to my words, like I was a trumped up Sergent            
Yes mam, yes mam          
Kissing my ass, like I was Uncle Sam          
You called me every name in the book          
Now your crawling back cause admit it, you was hooked          
You called me a nothing but a jump off and whore          
See your using my current situation against me, that’s manipulative, meant to tore            
I am trying to remember that you’re so angry I haven’t fallen in love with you          
That I gave so quickly, so easily to another dude          
I know you want to take care of me, financially, physically, emotionally, and I think that’s sweet          
But from the beginning of our friendship you have torn me down, so you can build me back up, I gotta say that shit is weak          
This is the thing most men don’t acknowledge about me I’ve only had 11 partners, ok.... ok maybe add 3          
They take my sexual openess as an open invitation            
Like we gonna fuck, like we was on sin vacation            
But I am waiting for the kind of sex that makes my legs shake            
That makes me sore for days, when I wake            
I waiting for the kind of sex that when I strip down          
I can see the marks left, turning blue, then green to finally brown          
I want the kind of sex that I can masturbate to          
It breaks my heart to say it, but I don’t get that from you          
I really thought we could be long term friends          
Embracing my softer side to seek amends          
and I am sorry          
Now please keep your drama shit for Maury            
I liked you as a friend with class          
But now man, I just gotta block your ass