To think
I would humor
Amuse
Your advances
Or even grant them
Satisfactory glances
Back in your direction
Unwanted attention
Just goes to show you
Don't deserve to be
Sentient
When time you have spent
I ignore, goes to waste
One day I'll be gone
You'll be stuck in this place
And still nothing to no one
Of any income
Insolent peasant *******
Impudent ****