Here’s to your rolling eyes
They, for the record, didn’t surprise me
I feel sorry for the role you have to play
But I can’t seed that though today
Here’s to your blatant doubt
I’d like to be mad, but I’m just not
I’ve got other walls to shout down
And boots to put on the ground
Here’s to your behind-the-back
It makes me sad for the joy you lack
And though I love you in my fashion
I’ll never cow to become your imitation
And I’m not sorry though I’m sad
Because in many circles, you are bad
And I could poeticize your positives
But unfortunately, that’s not where our relationship lives
I have faith and will hold on to hope
But I thank you for all your inspiration
Though I’m sure you didn’t mean it that way
The fruit from your “pruning” has a nuanced taste