Shouldn’t Make Me Mad
You do this to me every time
It’ll clear up by morning
There’s more important things to worry about
And you can still go to work
There’s no harm in a little white lie
You know I didn’t mean it
How about a drink or something?
You need calming down
You only know I’ll make you cry,
make you blame yourself
You know you only make it worse
So don’t start the argument
Scrapes are something kids cry about
Try not to make a scene
You know you shouldn’t make me angry,
shouldn’t make me mad.
The truly frightening thing about this poem is I have absolutely no idea where it came from. I just found it, in my own handwriting, amongst my art references. Go figure. Deep stuff though, huh?