I can’t be your fool, your fool. <br />Can’t be wrapped in cellophane, <br />Put on a pink and white display. <br />I can’t be doting or pleasing, <br />Instead I will laugh in your face, <br />And prank you with hung up calls. <br />I can’t leave something gritty, dirty, <br />Unless it’s for months in a mug, <br />Under my bed near forgotten socks, <br />Or leave my room for half an hour, <br />Without having bombshell go off, <br />But bless me I do mean well, <br />Even if I tug on you until you blow, <br />Stay silent and hiding when you call, <br />Not answer the door when you knock, <br />Or steal you’re your glass half full. <br />I can’t be your fool, your fool, <br />But I will be my own, <br />And give you free tickets, <br />To my one heart open show.<br /><br />Melissa Coventry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/can-t-be-your-fool/
