To Be a Man

I was your best-kept secret,
But even then you broke your promise.
You want to use me for character fodder?
Two can tango between those commas.

My ex was your best friend,
And in that breakup I was the villain.
I was truly a scourge,
As infection is to penicillin.

He was no saint either,
But that’s beside the point.
He was more like arthritis,
To which I replaced the joint.

Good thing you referenced,
Taking it to the grave.
Considering that I will haunt you,
In poetic verse and phrase.

I’m not an alien,
Corruption,
Or means for some abduction.

You can write songs,
Albums,
And sonnets.

It won’t change what you did.

But you were right about one thing:

You’re a self-destructing pig.