THE LEFTOVERS
The Leftovers Have you ever met someone And they say everything just right? They sweep you off your feet so fast A real, charming delight! They look so good on paper But your gut feeling says it’s wrong. Twirls you around the dance floor Always trying to get along. You know that something’s off He’s too good to be true. Interrupts you while you talk Before you’re even halfway through. Says that your sweet son Needs a strong man in his life. And then casually throws out A line about becoming his next wife. I know this cannot be The only type of man that’s left. A raving narcissist That will be leaving us bereft. I beg you, Fellows and Gentlemen, If you are there, please step up to the line! I have an application to give you Print your name and then please sign. No, nothing to be worried about, This is for your peace of mind. Just wanting to make sure That we won’t waste each other’s time. Hey, if you’ve got one, give it here, I’ll happily fill it out. No? Then fire away some quest...