Sorry - Grateful

“Waylon, are you ever sorry you became Burns' assistant?”


I'm...

Always sorry –
He dashes my hopes one by one,
His fickle anger confounds
And readies me to run
When he releases the hounds.

Always grateful –
And then he'll smile
And he's the only thing to exist
And he'll ask me to stay awhile
And his eyes are impossible to resist.

Regretful –
He looks at me askance,
Sees me as his pawn.
I think of each lost chance,
Good men I've passed on.

Happy –
I hold him on the Ferris wheel;
I flirt and he winks.
I fix him his meal;
He asks me out for drinks.

Sorry –
He still hasn't a clue;
He drives me half-crazy.
On our bicycle built for two,
He's my daisy, daisy.

Grateful –
He fills me with vim;
He touches my hand;
He asks me to hold him;
It's more than I can stand.

Enraptured joy fills me to the brim
Which has nothing to do with,
All to do with him.