“It will be easy money!” Honey, please
Before you share your questionable plan
How many times must I ask you to cease?
Your dishonest ways make it hard to stand.
I’ve gotten tired of listening to your schemes
Of thinking you can outsmart the system now
You just won’t stop with these foolish “dreams”
I’m reaching a point where I can’t allow
You don’t deserve my poem, not at all.
Don’t expect me to finish it.
It’s over between us.