Chapter 1, Topic 1: Poem 2
I'll let you walk all over me, guilt-trip spree. Spring on me, I'll welcome it with proud glee.
Let's play tag, I'll chase, you hide. I'll seek till my eyes drip ink, I'll even sit still.
Let's play darts, I hope it's not a bore no need for me to throw the bullseyes' all yours. I'll be your board darts and daggers, I hoard.
No excel sheet required, no records of wrong to acquire. I won't let others taint your image, I'll burn pages they make of you.
Go on dear, grab your popcorn. Perfect since you were born. Do your worst I'll bury their corpse. Make use of a shovel or a tiny trowel.
You hold the power, all I do is cower. I'll save you from the trouble. Proving we're the best couple.
Isn't that right, my dear?