Regard

I hate you,
But I like you too
And I don’t know whether
To give you a kiss on the lips
Or a kick down the stairs.
Are you a Knickerbocker glory?
Or tapioca’s slippy-balls?
You’re one in a million,
A royal pain in the arse.
You’re the tops;
That verruca I’ve got to get out.
I just can’t live without you,
Yes I never want to see you again.
I can honestly say at the end of day
I’m highly ambivalent about you.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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