A and B were partners in crime
Happy together for a very long time
Until one day A went away
And told poor B she could no longer stay
Now naturally B was very upset
But she knew for A it wasn't over yet
For a good few months, A was all alone
Both A and B knew he had no right to moan
As what goes around comes around kid
6 months on B met C
But the spark wasn't there, it wasn't to be
B knew it would hurt but couldn't go on
Soon all C knew was that B had gone
Wise old B knew she'd done wrong
And that a miserable time was coming on
But now B knows she's done the time for her crime
And B and C now get along fine
As B knew, what goes around comes around kid
After hurting C B decided to move on
That was until a chap named D came along
She wanted D without being committed
She should have known he wasn't happy with it
So, D fucked off with his ex-Mrs. E
And E started on B for what she'd had with D
But in the end D and E split up
And B was left smiling, D and E in a rut
As they didn't know
What goes around comes around kid
As it turns out, B enjoyed being single
Walking around playing the field she would mingle
Going out to flirt every night
Until one day F came in sight
Not through anything she had planned
F soon became her man
But F's got history
So, B's already after G
F doesn't know the player gets played
As what goes around comes around kid
So now it's time to tie up some loose ends
C is happy with H, one of B's friends
B's a bit worried she will lose C altogether
But she will always know it's her fault whatever
A's got with I, D and E are on and off
B and F are still together, not sharing a lot
We're all players in this game, many more involved
J, K, L, M, N, too many to name them all
But while G's just in the distance he will have the last laugh
As in the end, again my friend
What goes around comes around kid
Easy As ABC – Personal photo taken by me of a sign in an ice cream shop in Fairbanks, Alaska
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Mental Notes
PoesíaI started to write poetry to get me through some difficult years as a teenager and young adult. Looking back, writing helped me through a period of depression, only recognized some years later. With writing, once the words hit the paper, they lost t...