Adieu Adieu, Little Boy Bleu

You called me
-solipsistic-
It's erudite, it's
Somewhat sadistic
Cos there's no reply
That doesn't start with
"I…"


You called me
-just ridiculous-
Look at you
So over-meticulous,
Set your sights
A hundred metres
High.


And I do hope that you
Find a girl
In the pages of a
Good novel
And I hope she'll make you
Happier than me.
And I do hope that she's
So refined.
Hope it pans out for you
Line-by-line.
If it all buggers up you can
Turn back to page 19.


You called me
-inconsistent-
You pulled me in and then
Let go instantly,
Saying, I have fallen for this
Many times
Before.


Used to call me
-o delectable-
Now your esteem seems
Almost undetectable
And all we know
Is how to
criticise.


And I do hope that you
Find a girl
In the pages of your
New novel
And I hope she'll make you
Happier than me.
And I do hope that she's
So refined.
Hope it pans out for you
Line-by-line.
If it all buggers up you can
Always turn back to Page 3.


And I do hope that you
Find yourself
In the contents of a
Good bookshelf
If that's all that you need to be happy,
You'll do ok.
And I do hope I find
Some lost soul
To cast in the
Submissive role.
He can laugh and agree
With everything I say.


Oh, you called me
-solipsistic-
It's erudite, but it's
Somewhat simplistic
And there's no reply
That doesn't start with
I
Don't
Think
You
Know
Me
Very
Well.