You didn't show the hints of surprise,you had me surprised
way too much you uttered
& hoped that it de-clutered
no wonder why all of us just stuttered

no one but me endured
the infliction of your rage
too forgetful i've become
melancholy dissolved in adolescent days
stands alone this juvenile
though he keeps running, how'd he walk the aisle

the taste fades , pursuit of chase stays
workers of the green paper factory are embraced
finery isn't fine he rates
no room for no ordinary he says

i tickle his funny bone, in turn, he tickles me everywhere

my zeal is as high as sky
she's one of a kind for tonight this angle's mine