Poison Pen

"Dear John", so begins a famous old story

"Goodbye / au-revoir / thanks for the memory"

Keep it short and sweet if you really care

D-l-V-O-R-C-E can be so hurtful,

It makes public property of things that are so personal

All the friends and family grab their share

Ink is black, as black as night,

Black as thoughts that shun the light

Truth will out and maybe then

You'll put down that poison pen

Poison pen

But when it's aimed at you it loses its humour

Sometimes words so innocent cut so deep

Everybody keeps telling me, "talk is cheap"

Sometimes words so innocent - they cut so deep

Black as night, as black as coal,

Black as thoughts that cast a shadow

Right across my soul

I thought that you were my friend

Until you picked up that poison pen