13. Better deal

Stay awhile and hear me tell
Of me myself and ne’er do well
Of emptiness and borrowed dreams
Unwelcome guests and bursting seams
They are mine, do not touch
All mine, please don’t touch

I like to think of miseries
Of me myself and so called bliss
Envious of superior styles
Favoured guests and ready smiles
They will be mine, don’t touch
Mine, please don’t touch

I’m waiting for a better deal
See me turn upon the wheel
I will tolerate my present lot
Half-content with what
With what I’ve got
If you will give me
A better deal

I’m not ashamed to say I need
For me myself I’ll gladly bleed
With gritted teeth I’m going up
Pass my guests the poisoned cup
It will be mine, don’t touch
All mine, please don’t touch

What will I do when it appears
Forget the suffering of the years?
Will I lose my furtive glance
Over shoulder’s pretty dance?
The die is cast and thrown
Moving on is all I’ve known
It will be mine, don’t touch
All mine, please don’t touch