"THE BLUFF"

I’d like to call your bluff

after you’ve implied I wasn’t good enough

even after all I’ve done

Everybody’s replacable

at some point, inevitable

I’ve made you believe I’m gullible

I wasn’t born yesterday

I know what you’re doing

I’m familiar with exploitation

It’s your grave mistake to think

I can always be your mean machine

with your tiny supply of power

operating on the witching hour

Sorry, I’ve run out of my midnight oil

not that sorry I’ve caused your rage to boil

For too long, I’ve tried to tell you

I need more support than what you’re willing to do

No agreement

Let’s put this to an end

Force me on another round

Be ready for my final explosion

I’m walking out your door

I know I deserve more...

R.