Alan

Looked you dead in the neck

I have a hard time

Making eye contact

Walked softly and in step

I have a hard time

Managing conflict

Spoke in mumbles and clicks

I have a hard time

With new situations

Just brushed against your hip

I have a hard time

With any sort of sex

A frog in my throat

Crawls slowly north

And speaks on my behalf

He coughs and spits

Then delivers it

He's shouting over gasps

I've had quite enough

I'll be fully blunt:

The moment has passed

I've had quite enough

I'll be fully blunt:

The moment has passed

Keep sending all

Manner of

Sweet intention

But I'll meet them all

Each and every one

With tired introspection