Some things weren't so obvious 

Like pomegranates or stolen baseballs

The whiffle maker never talked about it

Fuck em

Let 'em figure it out on their own

He'd cut people off for any infraction

And never tell them why

They should know what they did

I thought I was special

I even visited him in France and paid for his girlfriends 

Birthday lunch and paid for his gift to her - a bracelet. 

But my day came 

I never sent the book

The post office wanted $38

I'd had enough