there is a child inside her liar
and a liar inside her kid
when we go out to the market
she is actually out on the beach

when we take turns to feed the dogs
she thinks of all those nights
when moon was dark as a commode
and his books were in her sight

we used to drink the coffee all by ourselves
till she discovered a simple fact
His IQ is what matters
for rest she can be a fake

the child has gone away for now
and liar is all i see
the kid will come back in the end
when she finally rids of me

lately i have heard she got married
and his brain is her vanity
I feed the dogs all by myself
and the moon is bright for free

I woke this day
greeted by sun:
warm, brilliant, present

ray lashed out from mighty orb,
travelling far to find my eye,
yet meek -
patient until paid more heed than dreams

but though the dawn was blonde,
and radiance brushed my skin,

still it paled

I love her with the seasons, with the winds,
As the stars worship, as anemones
Shudder in secret for the sun, as bees
Buzz round an open flower: in all kinds
My love is perfect, and in each she finds
Herself the goal: then why, intent to teaze
And rob her delicate spirit of its ease,
Hastes she to range me with inconstant minds?
If she should die, if I were left at large
On earth without her-I, on earth, the same
Quick mortal with a thousand cries, her spell
She fears would break. And I confront the charge
As sorrowing, and as careless of my fame
As Christ intact before the infidel.

My friend’s name is Complacent
She’s really just okay
Her voice is monotone
When we go out, she stays

She never gets wound up
She never gets stressed out
I’ve never heard her grumble
I’ve never seen her pout

Complacent likes to sit
Complacent likes to chat
She brags on why she’s better
I’m not buying that.