My Support, My Escort

You love me-so you say
When I press you for proof
You claim you I waylay
Without any trace of shame under my roof.

You love me-so you claim
When I need evidence
You claim you I put you to shame
Without any trace of significance science.

You love me-so you boast
When I need support
You claim you I need a toast
To compensate me or you I'll deport.

You love me-so you dream
When I need comfort
You claim too much I scream
As I denounce you as my elected escort.

by John Sensele

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