Pulp - Frankenbok

The friendship that love destroyed

Was not the intention or ploy

The aftermath, the pulp you are

Beneath proud enigma you scar

You can’t afford another error

Twice now already agendered

You can’t be lord, this fake contender for fake

To the pulp you know you are

Best to scar

And not to mention all the mending

It’s the worst to learn or even know

That you beat the example to pulp

Not to mention all the mending

Not intended for the ending

Swift but fact an ear for lending

I welcome the beatings and the bendings

I’m bruised with what I’ve learnt and it’s taken me far

To pulp you’ve beaten me

The halt you seek in me

I’m beat to pulp, unlord your pride

There’s no feeling like when they break it off