34: WISH INSISTER

                   

Hey friend, how can this be true

You've, got a crush on you.

 

And you're talk, of what you can do

Eludes your follow through.

 

Your worst, is better than most

Propose yourself a toast.

Surrounded, with finery

Slave, to vanity.

 

A stranger, is humility

To bad, you cannot see.

 

Oh you, an important man

As much as a grain of sand.

 

To thine, own self be true

Credit when it is due.

Surrounded, with finery

Slave, to vanity.

 

I hope, to see you loose those clothes

Your vision, extend past your nose.

 

Best chance, is to loose that fear

And rejoice, at being here.

 

For as sure, as a bird can fly

Someday, you too will die.

Surrounded, with finery

Slave, to vanity.

 

The proof is, looking at, the hand upon, your back, is not love.