Go Pound

Why must I be the subject of a single-minded song crooned out evidently to your admiring throngs? Must you stare me down flatten me against the wall while to your great amusement my heart beats fast then falls? You have so many women: they could get you through a year! So why must you insist on sticking fast to me, my dear? I admit it, fascination had the better part of me. I admit to desperation and some itch I could not see. But keep your humming soft, boy then go pound a different tune, ’cause you’re just an aging rock star whereas I’m the Queen of Gloom.