It’s hard not to notice.
That you think of we as us.
And it boggles me because
I work hard at keeping you as nothing.
It’s not about you, Miss center of the universe.
You babbling attention grabbing center of this verse.
Oh me, oh my, he’s written something again,
And I’m sure it’s about me and my witchy hairy chin.
So listen to me and my crazy rant, so you will protect me from his irrelevance.
Watch him and hound him for my every chance,
To crucify and pierce him with my petty little lance.
For once long ago he showed me his soul. And so I must destroy him. It’s my one and only goal.
It might help you to know, you deluded squak,
That except for now I’ve never written or talked
Stop flattering yourself.