Charm and humour

Is that you playing in the shadows I hear, nothing but neighbours laughing and I’m going mad, do you want me to go mad in ranting about your absence, g?

Or is it the neighbours, the fucking neighbours from hell, or cat in shadow, or is it just you, g?

What do you want from me, g?

My sanity, my pain, my love, you already possess these

Yes, my sanity, my pain, my love, you own me, I think in your cat-like charm, you find it funny

So I’m starting a poem, cause I think you’d find it humourous

But say today, you’re “perfectly innocent”, my point, love, is by night-time you’re a stalker

Cause, in truth, I laugh at all the above, stupidly, perhaps, for me, it turns me on, you’re funny as a cat up a tree, g, so hopelessly

Stuck on me

😛