(poems go here)
The day you’re staring back into my eyes it will be through your TV.
A beautiful monster is whom you’ll see
Acting so viciously you’d think I was a bee.
I’ll have you beg as if asking for a plea,
But overall you’ll see I’ve become better than thee
You must agree
The day you’re staring back into my eyes it won’t be in the warmth of your affection
But rather on your favorite couch
Where you grew that pouch.
You’ll sit and listen, the beat will go on and on
I’ll be in your head hereon
The day you’re staring back into my eyes you won’t see my innocent soul
You’ll see my wicked side that I can’t control.
That was four years ago when you let me go
When I felt below and fell into a black hole.
I must admit you seemed a good man,
But as I stare at you now
All I see is a sausage roll
With an ugly mole.
The day you’re staring back into my eyes I’ll be telling a story of which you are the star.
The audience will sit in awe of how awful you are.
They’ll think of you as bizarre.
I’ll speak loudly and proudly
You’d never know I had a scar.
I’ll be stunning and wealthy in my new car
Poor you all you have is an acoustic guitar.
I’ll inspire the world even those at the bar,
As you sit in despair eating out of the old cookie jar.
The day you’re staring back into my eyes
You’ll be surprised.
The day you’re staring back at me
You’ll be mesmerized.