Me, Myself and She

Enough of all that drooling crap!

I’m on hind legs – I beg attention.

This entourage, this crowd you pull,

I need to stand above them all.

An also-ran will just not do –

I’m really not sweet and cute and lovely.

I’d love to say: “Her eyes shone wide

For wanting me, to have me there.”

What poppycock. What tiresome drivel.

I’d play a part in any show

As long as you’d direct me:

Tell me where to go.

“Guys can’t stay friends – it’s always the same.”

If you weren’t my friend I’d still hate you so!

But intimacy is the name of my game

Not sex or conquest, pride or show –

That’s not me at all. I’m as sure as I can be.

I’ll wait; be discovered; be ever so manly.