Commitment Phobia Schmobia

What once was deemed
a term for losers
has now become one
for smart choosers.
To say we stay because it is
even though in such a tiz
is all but like a madhouse jail
a prisoner doomed inside his cell.

They stay for the kids they say to me,
when really it’s just for the money you see.
The fights and the frights
and the emptiness too
all of the pain inside, it’s true.

And they think if they stay
that it’s good for the kids
to see them be cold ?
and all feelings hid !!

There is nothing much worse
than a life so cursed
playing nurse to a jerk
who just goes off to work
and comes home to demand
as they raise their clenched hand.
Yes, to all it’s quite clear
a life that is damned.

No way out say the preachers
to believers and teachers.
Try and try and more try
until all of you die.
Cuz if you don’t
straighten this mess,
you will be
shamely less.

It’s too easy
much too easy to leave
is the blame of the fools
who may never be free.
The burdens they carry
they claim are of God,
so they sit there and judge
with their bloodly steel rod.

And you stay and you say,
cuz you think it is right,
though your heart is quite dead
in what once was delight.

And to those who got out
of their dreadful camp marriage,
found their way outside
but to all the disparage:
the lawyers, the judges
the neighbors and blame,
and nothing no nothing
would ever be same.

But in time they emerge
yes the half of all men
the ones who divorced
yes and all the women.
And then off once again
looking for the right one,
but what they found was a world
where they’d be all alone.

Yet all around
there are so many men
who wish to be loved
and reach out once again.
The ladies the same
as they doll themselves up,
but as all the nights end
they come home with no luck.
For this one has that
but that one has none
and another has little
and he only some
and nobody nobody
has it all he,
and so we just tell them
it’s time to be me.

And then we get smart
as the years pass us by
to what really matters
in this our life’s try:
since we cannot get all
from one person we meet,
the one thing we must
is good sex in a treat.

For then I declare
it’s really quite fair
to leave all of the rest
of our needs to just share.
Share with our mothers
our sisters and brothers
our friends on the phone
and all those in our zone.

So that be the intro
for commitment phobe
and the very good reason
i call it all schmobe.
Silly little cliché I say,
because it’s better not to stay
to stay with anyone at all
if you decide you’d like to crawl
or walk or run
from anyone.

Your freedoms had
your peace and soul
are not so bad
you’re in control.
You stay if you want
you go if you will
when there’s no reason
to be there still.
Imagine all those
who remain without sex
in a life they call marriage:
bondage and hex.

Go if you need
stay if you wish
and yes in the sea
there are plenty of fish,
but even the new
might not be for you,
so dare not commit
like an idiot.

And the end of this word
for all to be heard
is you’re free as a bird
for less is absurd.
Phobia schomobia
you do what you please
whatever it is
of course even to leave,
for only the evil
demand that you stay
in this our good world
where freedom’s fair play.

Matthew 5:33-37
Again, you have heard that it was said to the people long ago, ‘Do not break your oath, but keep the oaths you have made to the Lord.’ But I tell you, Do not swear at all: either by heaven, for it is God’s throne; or by the earth, for it is his footstool; or by Jerusalem, for it is the city of the Great King. And do not swear by your head, for you cannot make even one hair white or black. Simply let your ‘Yes’ be ‘Yes,’ and your ‘No,’ ‘No’; anything beyond this comes from the evil one.