He's Contaminated With The Pandemic Called Stupid Poem by Fallen Too Far

he said he was doing it for our relationship and I wondered aloud
what relationship, there's nothing
but he just looked at me with his bland oatmeal eyes and asked
why i did not love him like he loved me
i screamed in frustration but the sound got lost in the keys
so i tried again and again and once more
before he saw and too screamed at my harsh words
concrete with a stubborn frustration caused by his silly questions
and requests to a meaningfull (less) relationship
he begged with his eyes closed and small mouth pleading
for the mercy of a girl with spectacular assets and a sharp mind
to take him home and pet him
but i stand at the monitor and laugh, a hurt laugh
to be asked to be walked on is not easy and harder still to forget
but he doesn't know nearly enough to stop his berating sentances
and take a look at the reality glaring him in the face
what do i say to such a fool raised on dim lights and forgiving parents
who feels that his luck is running from a tree made of money and smiles
and shrugs away the wind of oppurtunity for the seas of easy living?
(or so he would think)
he asks me for a chance, voiceless and pitiful
on his electronic knees with a hopeful wink and not much else
i try not to laugh but it explodes out of me, cynical and bitter
as i hit send to yet another email i wonder when they will find the cure
to this disease called Stupid
because the day they do is the day i will fly into his arms
to be sure