Kickboard
It's no surprise
I should have known
the creaks were mine
I'm your kickboard
moments of sadness
safety oh the allure
I'm still a kickboard
booted when you feel sore
that grass isn't green
nor is it even a lawn
expletives kiss obscene
while my soul you pawn
I'm starting to crack
weathered and absorbed
I'm just a kickboard
I'm now folklore
how many times
will my words of woe fall
when charisma bellows
and sanctimony caws
I saught after love
and got only regret
I'm just your kickboard
I give to beget
if love was a wasp
you'd dress it in black
punish it's nature
as its tenacity you lack
but a wasp in no bee
and no honey it makes
I'm just your kickboard
but your honey is fake
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