I'm sorry to say
this as a matter of fact,
but you **** on my shoes
and you ruin my act.
I don't need you
to point out my flaws,
your words always sting,
enough, sheath your claws.
To top it all off,
can't say this is new,
you claim I should write
"a little less blue".
well let me know
how your structure goes,
when no one can rhyme,
and it all turns to prose.
You need me to write
about crazy topics, like junkrooms and cheese
because without me,
we'd all just write
about this irritating disease.
Please don't get upset,
I know this is fast,
just remember, all optimists,
of me, this won't be the last!

Can't say I'm sorry
that we left ya there,
but what can I say?
There was
no room to spare!
With you, there's no silence,
You sleep in till noon!
Honestly, I'm glad
we left ya on the moon.

We're through.
Don't tell me about this other girl,
I already know her,
She told me about you.
Yeah, that's right,
she mentioned your kiss
of the stars at night.
sound familiar?
it's not like those stars
didn't belong to me first,
right?
Right?
You see,
I have nothing against her,
but what about you and me?

God so help me,
my words are the only thing
that keep me
company.
Oh, I know they'll never
save me,
setting me free
of this debt
that I don't know I
regret.
All the while she
stands there
tall and confident,
Never letting my words
scrape or dent.
Yes, actions do speak
louder than words,
but how can she not
see that the words
in these actions
emphasizes her fictitious royalty
and the fact
that seems to blind me.

Honestly,
you believe
such as a gullible dog would,
that a straw-woven chair
will save you
from the vet?