To the Chameleon I Killed
I m sorry I did it in frustration,
When the urge to malice transfer
Was an obsession
And I didn’t remember to with The Sober confer
I haven’t up till now paid for the jeans
You, unauthorized, copied their colour
And thought no good any more of the brown beans
You‘d mimicked their stylish pallor...
And you knew drop you wouldn’t a dime
For the enjoyed wonderful time,
Indeed, you were the sorry victim
And ‘luckless Hit Him’
Of my present sorry finance
And life’s mischance...
A chameleon in, any case, not a nice verse,
For the seeker of acceptance, fame in reverse
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