I’m you. Yes, I’m you
But you’re not me
I know what you did, do
But you don’t know how I feel
For me it’s real
For you it’s just season two
Of the series of events I reel
In to draw you in through and through
Well, I watched TV
And what did you do
Yes, I forgot, you tortured the cat
I fed with my brand new
Emotions I imported from the teleplay
I couldn’t help it, the song was so moving
And the connection so compelling
That I had to go out and say
What a true hero I am
But you’re not a hero
Sorry, that’s the way I damn
That’s the way I’ll stay hitherto
You see, these are my words
Not yours, can you cook’em up
Like I do or look’em up like I do
I bet you can’t but hey word
I saw you plant a rose
In that garden of yours
That you watered I suppose
With some of my prose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem