When I am Mad
I think of all things
I don’t like about you
and I save them until
I am GOOD and MAD

You bug me , you make me
crazy, you are boring, you
never refill the ice tray
things that wander around in my head
and get in the way of me having a nice
day because if I didnot think them I would
probably like you the best anyway

(but then again the thought of
rolling you around in poison ivy
when I am really MAD is r-a-t-h-e-r
tempting)