you think i am a
narcissist
you wonder if that's
true
you wonder why my
feelings
feelings
don't belong to
you
you wonder why my
thoughts
are not
of red and
roses
violets blue
you wonder and
you ponder and
you
fruitlessly cons
-true
and so allow me to
enlighten you
my pompous pratty friend
allow me for
a moment to
beleaguer you
to
a bend
and if it stands to
reason
reason
standing on the
mend
i hate to have to tell you
and i hate to have this
penned
but here we are my
darling
and here we are my
dear
i care an awful lot about
those people
child person
that I rear
and so you must
excuse me
if I do not
shed a tear
for your sorrows and
your troubles and
i do not lend an
ear
you've sensed a whole and
lofty truth
thought of it
stare a few
i care a lot my darling
i just
don't care
a lot
for you.
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