hit the road jack

we're done, she says.

I've had enough of you.
next man up.

hit the road jack
and don't you come back no
mo, no mo, no mo, no mo.

I get it.
sometimes you don't fit the bill.
you ain't
what she's looking for in a man.

you be short on a lot of issues.
you're a square being pushed into
a round hole.

oh well, you say and sigh,
packing up your bags,
but you completely understand.