R E S P E C T
You don’t need to wish upon a star.
You can see the future from where you are.
Just look deeply into my eyes.
It should come as no surprise.
Yes, it is coming true.
There is no future for me and you.
We have reached the end of our road.
Now, if I may be so bold.
The reason we are at an end.
Respect is a word you cannot bend.
Either you respect me, or you don’t.
From where I’m sitting, you won’t.
It is time to look for greener pastures.
One with much less hazards.
One where love will bloom freely.
Not here, where love is mealy.
So, find another who you will respect.
As for me, I say ‘What the heck.’
It’s not worth it to stick around.
Playing the part of your clown.
Wish upon that star if it helps.
Find yourself another whelp.
This doormat is outta here.
I need a snuggle rug to be near.
—————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)