Fifteen Minutes

You gave me fifteen minutes of nothin'
then you walked on out the door
I should have seen it comin'
cause you always wanted more
my friends all tried to tell me
you've been sniffin' round their drawers
you gave me fifteen minutes of nothin'
then you walked on out the door

You always made you number one
it fried me to the core
well honey I’m done with your number one
your “me- my's” are a bore
I know it’s hard for you to think
I don’t want you anymore
you gave me fifteen minutes of nothin'
when you walked on out the door

I gave your clothes to charity
smashed your cd’s on the floor
your baseball cards and video games
went to the kids next door
your remote is in the garbage
there’s no more keeping score
cause your fifteen minutes of nothin'
ain’t welcome here no more

Don’t be thinkin' of commin' back
there’s a dead bolt on the door
and if that doesn’t keep you out
I kept your forty-four
I’m fried, I’m done, I’m over you
you're not worth it anymore
I’ll give you fifteen minutes of somethin
if you come back through that door

Bang, bang!

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Tagged poetry, Shelli Carlisle