Fishing

Fishing


You probably don’t know
That your left eyebrow twitches
When you lie

And you probably can’t tell
That I had your ice cream this morning
After you left

You obviously didn’t say
That you might leave me
Before I lost that watch you got
From your little sister
Who didn’t like me

And now you want to shout
At that train you missed for work
To bow down to your boss as everyday
With the same gray tie tied up your neck
Tight

And you still don’t realize
That you always anyway
Crawl back to my fridge
Which makes you full
Until at least tomorrow afternoon