I know how you feel,
Some I hope isn’t real.
I know that sometimes I annoy you,
Then your anger grew.
I know that you will be gone soon,
And gone to howl at the moon.
I can rhyme with my words,
And you can fly with the birds.
My feelings may hurt your life,
And become a social strife.
Bite off the dead skin,
But make sure you don’t turn out in a spin.
I know that you might not like this,
But just come here and give me a kiss.
