You do, I do not do
You know I do not do
Yet You do, You do
Can You not do?

See, the moon is big
And My hair, Your wig
Our slow dance a jig
I draw You as a pig.

You ate all My stars
For lunch, no protein bars
Rolled over by Your cars
My heart in twenty jars.

You, You civil brute!
Piercing through my parachute!
Your shoe, My face — Black soot!
My body a spun jute!

I do not do, I do not do
Down the stairs, I push You
Seven or so, Your red is blue
This time it’s Me; Not You!