Seems like it would be nice,
just a dalliance once or twice,
but if I flirt with you, ignore what’s proven true,
and sample your sweet vice …

I will fall in, headfirst and drowning.
Your hush-hush bathtub gin can only leave me frowning.
There is no ‘sip or two’ when I am under you;
it might just seem like fun, until I come undone.

No such thing as just one.
Slam me like a megaton;
every time I let your kiss give me a shock of bliss
it’s a bloody ‘hit and run.’

Then I fall in, headfirst and drowning.
Your hush-hush bathtub gin has only left me frowning.
There is no ‘sip or two’ when I am under you;
it might just seem like fun, until I come undone.

So let’s call it day.
I don’t really want to play.
I know you’ll try again to sway me now and then;
it’s in your DNA.

I won’t fall in, headfirst and drowning.
Your hush-hush bathtub gin has only left me frowning.
There is no ‘sip or two’ – I’m finally over you;
remind myself each day, ‘there’s so much more in play’ …
So, forget it.

#24

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Copyright 2025 M. Ryan Taylor

Note: I purposefully left this ambiguous to allow folk to apply it to whatever addictive influence they want to break free from … whether it be an actual person, doom-scrolling on social, some kind of substance abuse (from pills to chocolate brownies to jalapeño cheese puffs), or a self-abusive thought process. Gave me a chance to write a ‘break-up’ song.

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