My tongue is like a viperous snake <br />Waiting to latch onto a nervous victim <br />Who senses my evil mood of paranoid defensiveness <br />But still she walks slowly into the room. <br /> <br />Maybe she thought she knew me, <br />That I have a sweet smile, definitely a gentle man, <br />Maybe we could meet, exchange civility, <br />Later, that I would ask her out for a drink. <br /> <br />This is all Jekyll and Hyde psychology! <br />The slightest thing can set me spinning <br />Into a downward spiral of unrelenting depression: <br />Hearing a song on the radio <br />That meant something to me <br />When I was in love, could make me cry <br />Or fly ruthlessly off the handle! <br /> <br />She introduces herself and says, <br />“I’ve met your sister at church, <br />She says you like to read <br />The prophetic poetry of William Blake.” <br /> <br />I reply sarcastically, “You’ve met <br />The wrong sister, I only read <br />The pathetic trial transcripts of Robert Blake, ” <br />Then I turn around and leave!<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jekyll-and-hyde-psychology/
