Candid

It's weird to me
to think of all the weird things going on.
It would be cool if my name was Francis
and your name was John
but it's not.
So, let's forget about that.
I'll delete my Facebook account
and you can finally feed your cat.

It was long ago
that we finally got together.
Three months of joy
during which time you bought me that sweater.
And I bought you lunch
at the Frosty Freeze.
Then there was that time
you got dirt on you knees.

But love hurts
and now we're in pain
because it hurts so bad
like Lady Gaga in the rain.

I washed my hands and feet
and back of my ears of you
because I got so many fears, jeers, false cheers, hear-hear
and tears from you.

I can't take it
I need a ten minute rest break
like they give me at Taco Bell
where the burritos I make.
Because your love
cut me like something sharp,
like a knife or some part of a Coke can that's sharp or a piece of metal even
or broken glass...

Harpo played the harp.

Speaking of broken glass,
that's what our relationship is like.
Also, it drives into my heart
like a rusty spike
that is covered with bacteria,
infectious material...
Plus our love
is like dry cereal.

I can't take anymore,
you won't do what I want.
I guess it's up to you
to be candid like Allen Funt.