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Monday, 10 March 2014

The last apple in the barrel



They want me out with them
They like it I make them to look good

They say in that rather salesman’s like pitch
I have a talent for making them look cool

Been told for so long my purpose in life is to make others look top notch
The woman flock to engage in chat with the one with me
But get chat from the side kick instead
 
In lust and phoney charm she falls in love
It’s always the same months down the line

After she falls foul of the shallow love of the ones cooler than me
She says time and time again it happens, but thinks I’m good to talk to

She is surprised I have passion
Surprised I know how to touch the parts other beers can’t reach
She is surprised how deep I feel
She says she can’t understand why she did not see this in me before
She is keen to get more of me now

But with a knowing smile I express
“It’s good you understand real love now I do hope it comes your way”

With a nod before I leave I express my regret
“ But it can’t be me as you made me the last apple in the barrel”

But its ok that’s how it is for the never man

©Martin Hickman 2013



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