Grifted
by Michael Doyle

Maybe I'm feeling more grifted
In the depth of your lies shifted
One day this and the next day that
It's not a statement in anger; it's just fact

I get that you love to fake and pretend
But were you even my friend?
I really don't even come close to thinking so
And that, my dear, hurts me to my soul

To find your soul evil as you laid by my side
The words that I'm speaking aren't just wounded pride
Always promising to pay me back for my generosity
I hadn't believed I needed to check your veracity

In winding your way into my stubborn heart
I was less than entertained that you played your part
I guess I hadn't read that page in your book
Where you explained the meaning of your look

I begged you to not go down this path
And you looked in my face with a laugh
High handed in your fine art of lying
And now I done with our goodbye-ing

(c) August 24, 2020  Michael Doyle
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