Tonight I'm breaking out the preparation H

and i thought
about how it
would pain me
tonight to
sit down
and write this
about you,
for you,
and also maybe
for you too (two)

and i thought
if i two-stepped
through this
brilliant dance,
you may not
recognize my
play on words,
i could evade
all your probes
and only the
thought it might
be you would
propel you into
mediocre madness.
like the dish gnomes,
you stole what
wasn't yours and i got bored
of our lack lustre conversation

and then i thought
about it, well
not it exactly,
but you.
and i believe that
justice may be blind
but have faith in
our families to judge.
i'll bear witness
& am willing to be
victim to your burden
if it pervades
incarceration.
but the verdict is
in, so let us
claim, maim, & blame
the guilty party,
it's time... so let us
incinerate &
incriminate.

and i thought
that you would
believe this is
about you,
and maybe
you too (two)
but all of this
comes back to
me & this pain
in my ass.
and i can't
tolerate this
metaphorical victory
so tomorrow i'll
protest why
i pay to fail.
for now i'll
contemplate
how to break
this to you
and you too (two)