i don't get it
cuz i don't get it
cuz i can't forget it
so i never win it
cuz i don't get it...

from dog to doormat,
the blink of an eye
from interested to "outta here"
another dick, another guy

another love, walks past me, by
cuz i just don't get it
this thing called life

it's all a game, and how you play
determines if you're a "leave" or "stay"
determines if you,
the stamina to succeed
at the buffet where the beautiful feed

cuz their the ones
with the security of money
and the ability to line up
the latest "honey"

fit the mold, you'll get the gold
buy all the lines, and do as you're told
be whomever they need you,
the moment
land of hypocrites, chameleons
if you're a "you, that" , then own it

hypocrisy reigns
and few are complaining
if it gets you the "get there"
in the "good for you!" gaining

of all it is, that matters here now
plenty of cash equals plenty of pussy
equals plenty of pandered to,
equals plenty of power

could be substituted for ass,
if you're gay, bi, or "do anyone"
could be substituted for cock.
if your one of those women,
too often seen as "fuckin' hot",
but no fun

domineering cunts
out for power and control
they got it, get it
as in, get the shit done
just dildo themselves
instead of wasting their energy
on caring, finding, "the one"

cuz "love" cums and goes
this day and age, a commodity sold
cuz the ones that don't get it
never read the book,
or paid attention, were told

the first to be slaughtered,
fed to "the gang"

heart of gold.

"look here bro's and bitches, alike
this one's ready and damn dude,
quite ripe"...

cuz they don't get it
so we gotta show 'em

"hey, lets play that game, called
toss em and throw em"...

fun, fun, fun
as the sun sets on another day,
heart done

not "won",
not cherished,
but primed, for the perish
cuz if you haven't gotten it by now,

if real treasure lies in you,
character, honesty, love
better guard it with your life
cuz few, if any,
could care more than even slightly less

that's my best hope positive guess
from one who didn't get it
'til way too late in the game to impress
and in many ways i still don't
which leaves me more, a wilting "won't"

unless i fight like hell to change
hide my "damaged divine"
amongst all this "derange"

i don't get
cuz i don't get it
cuz i can't forget it, (love)
so i never win it, (life)...

cuz i don't get it.


bowen hart roselli
19 july 2020
ringwald love