You Probably Think

This song is about you
Don't you? It's
The only song I'll write
About you
The only prose ever –
The only poetry
I have never written
About you

For with such flattery
You provide to yourself
I can't compete with you

This song is not a love
Letter, it's
The only song I'll write
About you.
Though you think it is all –
Though you think you are it
I know that it is not
About you.

So I would beseech you
To love yourself much less
And listen to me more.

This song is not a hate
Letter, it's
The only song I'll write
About you.
Your ego is so weak
That friendship must be lust
This will be my insight
About you.

Vanity the mirror
From which you ought to flinch
Gleans your hatred of you.

This song is not a fool's
Letter, it's
The only song I'll write
About you.
I don't think you stupid –
But common sense dictates
The lack of common sense
About you.

Your resentment of me
A precious prose indeed.
Now that was about you.