Why do you treat me
Like an unflushable turd
That you are too afraid
To plunge
Away?
Oh the great
Public Library
Of the city
Of Seattle
Why does it feel
Like I am the boyfriend
You cannot bring yourself
To breakup with
Because of your
Confrontation issues
And you will
Go all the way
With your
Passive-aggressive ways
To make me
Go away?
Hey you,
Why won't you
Just email me
When the goddamn
Books are due,
And instead wait
A week to tell me
I'm way past my date
And make me feel bad
So much guilt too?
Why the pain love
What scares you
What hath the dark lord wrought?
I beg
Let me go
Tell me straight
When you want
Your books back
So I don't fear
That my card
May be in the arrear
I'm just a normal guy
Be straight with me,
Like a big boy.
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