yeh poem (apaaaathy rains) (yes from a cloud)

yeh
right
ok
this is great
just right
please bitch please.

i'm an iguana
and you're a
lost dystopia
no wait
i'm a chameleon
and i've changed colour.

i merge with your
skin tone.
i fit in with
your friends.
everyone laughs at my jokes.
i'm meester popular
and you're a
fucking arsehole for not replying.

but it's my fault
i know.
at least i think.
you couldn't hurt one if you tried.
i'm sure.
i'm in awe of you
and you're a spanish omelette;
a fritata i think you're called.
so full of flavour, you don't leave biscuit crumbs
in my bed.

and i'd try
not to take the piss.
if but only i could not help it thus.
and thought trails
in all honest fruit
are this bitter and plain.

i'm no special
piece of pie.
i'm drout
and gout.
i flare up in the rain
and as far as i can tell
there is no fucking cure.