The Kibosh

No I’m not your boy
We ain’t even friends
Yet I end up in your stories when I never leave my house
Sure, they’re only words
And you like to pretend
So tell me
Where’s the glory in what’s leaking from your mouth?
I heard it all before
Here we go again
Everything’s in place
I never took the time
To separate the wash
Kid you’ve got the gift of turning everything else red
I should’ve spent the time
On putting the kibosh
To the very special episode that’s playing in your head
You must be new to the game
It’s lame to drop names
Another link in a chain
Of dames who seek fame
And in the end, everything’s in place