The Debt-Deficit Dance
Don’t ever, ever, EVER
take me to this dance again
and leave me along the wall
at the edge of the floor, wringing my hands
while you perform your private tangos
for your own aggrandizement.
When you asked me to attend with you
I never dreamed you’d callously
ignore me when we got here.
It’s as if we’d never met and
you’d bought just one ticket;
that one for yourself alone.
You may as well prepare yourself.
When you come back around,
and I know so well you will,
I’ll treat you as you’ve done to me.
I’ll turn my back and walk away,
stranger that you’ve turned out to be.