(the makings of a country song?)
I can deal with almost anything
I’m a flexible kind of guy
My boss was in a bad mood today
But I just let it slide by
I got caught in the rain buying groceries
And was soaked down to the bone
But it didn’t seem that bad to me
No reason to sigh and moan
But there is one major matter
That always gives me sweats
It’s something for which I must say
I do have my regrets
And as a result, my response to it
Is totally complex
I simply cannot handle . . .
My Ex . . .
On X
There are a few thousand people
With whom she daily connects
Who have heard the message that I
Am very bad at sex
And worse than that that I have been
Spreading herpes simplex
It’s so hard to handle the reality
Of my Ex
On X
In two hundred eighty characters
She rejects my pleading requests
To please just show a little tiny
Bit of some respect
And no, by the way, I do not have
An Oedipus complex
Oh why oh why do I have to deal with
My Ex
On X?
Her drama, as you might imagine,
Has given me a complex
As I am constantly dodging all
It significant after effects
And yes, I’m always dreading
Whatever she dreams up next
No I cannot handle
The talk and all the scandal
Her most bizarre accusations
I sure wish I could dismantle
Oh if I had the power
Then I would quickly cancel
My Ex
On X