Quiet Satisfaction

Oh, why don't you call it what it is, you feel threatened,

Less important. What's obvious and clear to me, you're

Holding onto the nth degree. Well, you shouldn’t. But

Of course you wouldn’t. Who me? Are you talking to me?

You don't think I didn't recognize that tone? Who, she?

She's great. We'll get along just fine. Who, him? I didn't

Even mention him. You don't think we're just friends.

Are you satisfied?

Satisfied.

Aha! So there it is. You admit it. Oh honey, you just barely

Hid it behind your smiley luscious teeth, sharp and prepared.

It's only skin deep, if for some reason she should commit

Treason. I told you so. I don't feel this way. I'd only offer

Sympathy in spades. But if she were to deem it justified,

I wouldn't hesitate to deny her. Are you satisfied? Satisfied.

Are you satisfied? Satisfied.

Are you satisfied?

Am I satisfied?