I only have you around
because you entertain me,
your need for satisfaction
like a child showing his mother
he can piss in the toilet.
If no one is there to praise you,
are you a failure?
Don't turn to me for approval,
confirmation of your desirability.
Your questioning smile makes me sick.
I'm a third wheel between you
and your ego.
Once you've fed, you pat my head
raising your hand
to make sure I still flinch.
I am not man's best friend.
Your image of perfection
is a carnival mirror.
You're the fairest of them all.
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