My eyes glaze over why aren’t you here?

I wish for you but you never blow through

Like a meadowlark with nail stapled into its wings too

You lie on your hands a foul bristled spear

My bleeding too far gone leaving in my eyes a steer

Your intent so obviously white and clear

You continue to stab nails in me yet your never true

Steaming my frozen heart into a rue

I’m only here for your charity and cheer

Only here to make you feel better about yourself Dulcet to the ear

I’ll simply lay and rot in green rags so sheer

And rugs on the walls ripped and strew

As I slumber into your funhouse of new

Wishing in dreams of a snarling clownish sneer

Almost like you so close yet no where near

The rolls of your tongue slipping out in about a year

So long that it take days to just for a few words to spew

So many fatty rolls on that tongue of yours if only you knew

Grinding away at my body while I sleep like a giant rusted gear

Leaving my body sullen to slowly sear