You Can'T Always Believe Poem by Murphy Payne

They told me sport cars
And girls would be beautiful
If only I worked in this field

So I enrolled in their school
And I learned all the rules
I got me a job in computers

Now the money is ok
And the work sure is fine
Sport cars and girls are beautiful
but not mine
You see dealers aren’t impressed
With micros and diskettes
And the girls well I guess it just me

Last week in my easy chair
The newspapers told me
Blue skies fun and tennis
On this island for free
So I hopped on a plane
Arrived at noon
The sky was black
But the rain really felt good

That night in the dance hall
Went down for a drink
The joint was really jumping but
not with my kind
You see the men folk were dancing
cheek to cheek
And when they played ol’ Willy
they even got close

You can’t always believe, everything that you read
Especially in those picture magazines
It used to be a time, if it was print it was fine
But now, well I guess it’s just me

Today on the telephone
While I was away
My baby told me forever we'll stay

When I got back home
All my furniture was gone
Just a not on my door
Saying goodbye sucker you're alone

Six short years
We were surely one
Whenever separated
Our hearts were together

In six short years
We had a few fights
No more than usual
I swore things were all right

Now that she is gone
I've read this before
No guarantees in life
Least worth fighting for

Take what you can get
While you can get it
And the next time around
Step up ask for more