Unnamed (1997)

By Jeff Eblen

You don't give me jack squat.
You came in here demanded and reprimanded
Until I was on the ground
Trying to ease your fire
But your flames singed my throat
And all that came out was colorless air.

Well, I'm going to rob you of your way.
Free you of your rights
To scream at me
To put me down.
From now on you will respect me.
Talk up to me as if you admire me.

...yet I will still be less than content.
...as will you.