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