I love you,
You told me that a thousand times.
After all your crimes,
I wonder if you meant it once.

Am I just one of the guys you dated?
Disregarded in your trash?
Your toy for a year?
Did you even shed a tear?

Our plans are in the sewer,
But yours go along as planned,
You are never a wrongdoer,
Because it’s all for your well-being.

You told me you wanted to be a gymnast;
Well you bounce back faster than a boomerang;
Your peacock dance leaves me flabbergasted;
Come claim your gold medal at last.