May it be
that I don’t merit
your respect
because I’ve never raised a hand
to you
(’cause they say, you know,
there are some who only understand force)
that I seldom refuse your mundane wants,
your idle and unnecessary requests
that are meant to test the waters
that I am absorbed with two of the three R’s
and do not smile on cue.
and, that I take social sabbaticals too often.
You could be singing that old Bonnie Rait song,
and I am sorry, yes I am,
but I never could read your mind.
Aremyfeetofftheground 