the items pouring from your closets, dresser drawers
send me mixed signals as i search for the acceptable response
what is wrong? well, i thought you'd never ask

see, there was a time when the classroom debates
stopped meaning anything
then everyone, they just changed

and i wish to rise above it!
and i am more than i appear to be!
and you write such terrible poetry

tucked under the trinkets, the last minute purchases
hidden in your tone of voice, in your rehearsed intonation
somewhere inside the speckled notebook

was the laughable stanza, the pathetic rhyme
were those words that blame it all on me
was you and your terrible poetry

the sugary simplicity is spreading
again like and as come so easily
i picked it up from your terrible poetry

well, i thought you'd never ask