OPTICAL ILLUSION
poem by:
Reeves
Written
on Mar 07, 2019
I thought that you were a friend of mine, but no,
you lied, pretended, coated a veneer wherever you go;
I am not perfect but you are dreadful, a manipulator,
I'm down the list, not really up there on your points score.
However, enough doom and gloom - I told you to go,
now I'm free, what a relief, I'd forgotten how slow
you can be eaten away, like woodworm in the roof,
debilitating, frustrating, as an aching tooth.
I trust myself, only I know me, what I'm thinking,
how can you ever be sure, certain of what you're getting;
someone said: 'We don't want to be robots.' Wrong!'
I want one - then I'll sing a song and we'll get along.
Someone to love me, I'll press buttons - he can press mine,
good energy level, no more excuses - now we have time.
