My back hurts again,/
but you aren’t around. Maybe/
I should stop sleeping?

He flips out about/
a few hairs in the tub. He/
doesn’t have teen girls.

She got a window /
seat. It’s so nice to enjoy/
life’s simple pleasures.

With much aplomb she/
hove her Miss-bomb toward me./
What do I do? Be?

Instead of overthinking/
what’s best for me,/
why can’t you just be?

I dont understand./
Dont take me to task, but when/
did I ever ask?

You wont like me when/
you misunderstand/
what I intend to say./
You’ll just go away.
You won’t be my friend.

Note: This will also be added to the “You Won’t Like Me When” series earlier (Feb. 10th) in this blog.

Instead of overthinking
what’s best for me,/
why can’t you/
and me/
just be?

How sad she/
only misses me/
when her toes are caressed/
by sand and sea./

Oh, that the warm breeze/
caresses/
that touch her shimmering tresses/
were from me.

My intelligence,/
Mensa-grade, doesn’t stop me/
from talking stupid.