Wallflower

I feel so sleepy
and yet I shouldn't be.
I can't slip into dream where you care for me.
The car is so cold and uncomfortable.
I'll take the fall for the irresponsible.
Watch you kiss the prince
and you melt away
from the rearview mirror;
we're a world away.
I can go back in time
to when I thought you were mine,
just a pipedream and I'm fine
fetching table scraps and refilling your wine
and your wish is my command
but you don't consider me enough of a man
what if I treated you like them,
tell me where would you be then?
I'm your lapdog locked up in a hand-bag,
a condom you kept from the trash can,
the second-hand scumbag you cash-scam,
a barrel of laughs behind the back-stab
as ugly as sin and pitch black within to match
and I'm making my selfish way to see saint Nick and ol' Scratch.
watching werewolf shades chasing vampires bats
where the night never ends and all senses collapse
to clear water like mirror glass
staring back into the cosmos
and past the dark matter and black mass
tear the fabric away
expose the dimensional synapse
splice the secrets together in a system of ten
then regain consciousness
as the nexus of existence drifts just out of grip again
Poindexter / pocket protector
push your glasses up
and adjust your erector
slap me with a kick me sign
between my suspenders
well, gosh I'd be delighted
to accompany you to the dance
I'm so excited that you stood me up
against the wall at last