He dresses you up in my sweater,
Though it doesn’t quite suit you, and
Lets you stab stitch the hole I left in his roster,
He has more time for your services now.
You are exactly his type,
Convenient proximity, easy to sway,
Eager to give, but you won’t receive.
You deserve to know the truth, and
Maybe he will tell you,
While you feed his ego daily,
For everyone’s safety,
After midnight,
You should never
Feed him.
Best to avoid all water sources, too.
-Melissa Donley