Faux Abuse

Hey Rico, You and Me must get together
sometimes it seems you're avoiding me.

You're right (you nagger, wop, whatever)
I'm often quite poor conversation.

At least I don't smell of frogs or garlic,
or ask for a light then take from behind.

Come to think of it, you seem quite silent
But then you're slow and lazy besides

you make me laugh when with flair I extinguish your
physical, cultural, unsociable traits.

But immediately I'm guilty, apologising anxiously
wishing these thoughts were not hidden here

in a black dark dangerous hidden repository
waiting to bait me, finding the moment

where Rico, again I'm avoiding your eyes.
I despise the fact you don't despise back

but then I guess you have your own store
of the scapegoating insults I've sent your way.

You'll probably take both barrels one day
and blow this imaginary repository away.

Still, until that time, my brain-only buffer
I'll thank you to be neither seen nor

(except in my jittery head)
heard.