Me Spy With My Little Eye
Me and my paper plate of fried chicken.
Me, the hero,
un-jamming the big grey copier.
Me, the escalator?
Me take the steps.
Me, and no more fifty-gallon fish tank.
Me in my new hundred-dollar shoes,
and my, if me don’t cut my hair just so
my head looks huge.
Me, my head is huge.
Me, my Dad’s ancient, oily face,
me like to kiss it.
Me fold clothes but no, no, no,
me don’t put them away.
Me paying too much
for the teeny tiny house.
Me asking for help,
cuz me can’t get no cheap flight to Malta,
me all stuck in sassafras.
But not so with you, right?
You’re so smart
and so cool, but I freakin’ spy you.