Your Help

I’ve told you so many times,
I know what I know, see what I see,
Yet you still seem to think
You can DROP HINTS to me,
It’s your #1 motive,
Sometimes you’re so dense,
So when it comes out,
It doesn’t even make sense.
Tell me I’m thinking wrong,
Even if it’s off the subject,
What I’m trying to project to you,
Has been completely wrecked,
Put on a show,
Now you look really smart,
It is REALLY apparent
When it’s not from the heart,

I can’t shake this feeling
You think you’re my mother,
Think of me as equal,
Come on, be my brother,
Eyebrows on top of
Your burrowed forehead,
Oh my God, I thought I told you,
That’s what makes me turn red,
Your ears jet back
As your eyes point south,
Develop crow’s feet,
Like you’ve foamed at the mouth,
Much thanx for what you’ve done,
You’re my greatest best friend,
But this idea of hierarchy
Simply must end.