No Deal

You send me checks that bear your name,

And hope that I am well,

You wish me all the best of luck…

And I wish you’d go to Hell.

You ARE the highest bidder,

But my pain is not for sale.

Just like those checks,

I BARE your name,

I bear it like the cross…

A burden that I carry to my grave.

And still, no price is high enough

To buy away my brain.

Why don’t you write the truth instead,

Upon that dotted line?

Why don’t you sign your given name:

Liar-Traitor-Swine?

And yet, I know…it’s ever true…

You’re STILL the highest bidder…

But I won’t accept your guilty offerings,

Nor slave to your regrets,

No matter what the ransom is,

You’re forever in MY debt.