the churchman turned,
turned woman into an issue of god
the lawyer turned,
turned money into a big house

your lazy heartbeat
it does not understand
how the lazy feel
it must have skipped school
because mine skips a beat

you all laughed at my jokes
but, the joke is on me
you are wood in my spokes
but, i will not cycle on
not till you have gone

it is not what you said,
more what you did not say
that is what gave you away
you claims were lofty, just like a skyscraper
but one that always had an uneasy sway

but there will come a time
when we both, cannot be,
without each other
it will be then,
that this poem changes
from being about no one
to being about you