Lover boy, you ain't no carob tree.
I ain't done poured my love, my sweat, and my money
into you just to see
some lemon-faced little girl
named (eye-roll) Violet
writhe and shimmy with the sweets
that I am due.
So, should it come to you needin'
education and rehabilitation
know that it will not disturb me
to come at you like an almond-eyed specter,
hack you down to your miserable root,
and set your whole useless mess on fire.
You ain't no carob tree, baby.
Hell, we ain't even Jewish.
Note: The Jewish Talmud includes a parable known as "Honi and the Carob Tree." In the parable, a planter plants a carob tree even though he knows that the fruits will be enjoyed by others, rather than himself.
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