• Do you think I don’t see?
    I’m just your pest;
    couldn’t care less about me,
    just worried some snake might rattle your nest.

    It’s so careless it won’t let me rest,
    that you truly do believe
    all-in-all it is only best
    that I feel that much kinder to leave.

    It’s one thing to my thoughts retrieve,
    and another to toss them ashore.
    It’s pitiful that every thought I care to conceive
    is born into words you abhor.

    But I seldom have courage to cause my own tears to leak
    and I seldom do have the will for stickling, so to speak.