BYGONES, AND ALL

Come on over:
Why so shaky?
What’s the worst?
I mean,
really,
how bad could it be
to come back here
and talk to me.

Bygones, and all.
Forgiveness, you know?
And, after all,
that girl I stole from you
broke my heart
and my bank
and back
before she was through,
so
there’s no need to hold
that holier than thou expression.
You’re not even holier than Mao
– and he’s godless.

So come on,
have a drink with me.
Fine, on me:
I’ll pay.
It’s not like I hadn’t paid
for years.
Really,
she wasn’t worth the animosity
between you and me.

Just let if go.
Let me back in.
Let it be
and let me have that five grand.
I really need it.
Bygones, right?