You are so impatient, and you’re getting vexed with me
but it’s justified, as you are stressed today you see.
Because you’re a ‘professional’ you cannot kick and punch,
so when I came along, you thought you’d eat me for your lunch.
Get out your frustration, go on, spit it out at me
I love to be your toilet bowl, I have no dignity.
I’ll pretend to play along, now I am your fool
we’ll pretend that it’s okay, to let your malice rule.
Your stress gave you all the reason, that you’ll ever need,
to do these things to people, and try to make them bleed.
I have smiled in sympathy, I hope it plants a seed
when I come back tomorrow, I might see a change indeed.
copyright@emmasharn2010
