Bugs

Bugs

You’ve put a bug
In my mind,
And since then,
Whenever a cake,
Or a glass
Looks at you
Or rain touches you,
Again and again
I’m jealous on things
On the desk where you sit,
You probably love someone else,
And escape from me when you tell
Me that it’s five already,
And when I serve you an omlette
You say it’s too salty you idiot,
But it wasn’t, I tasted it,
Maybe a bit, just a bit,
I’m always nice with you,
Tender and loving too,
But you have to love, like,
So-one else, ‘cos every time
I smile at you, you ask
What time is it, it’s dark,
You say, even if it isn’t,
And bugs are rotating in my mind,
24 hours, you always find
sexy guys on TV, everywhere,
Pitt, Jagger and Tony Blair,
I’m sure that you love my new fish too,
And you love Johnny, Ricky and Andrew
At school where you teach,
And Jackson, that son of a ***.
And I’m sure, that doing the cleaning,
You find the tiles erotic, you’re sweeping
Them with such tenderness,
Stay with me, I don’t mind the mess,
My love, why do you let
The mice out of the catch?
You love them too, I guess.
The flies, those ugly flies on the table,
Why don’t you just hit them, are you able
To fall in love with them too?
And why do you smile when you drink
Gordon’s, is it that you remember him
Pouring tonic in your gin
Then, in’94, at Jason’s in Dublin?
The bug you’ve put in my mind
Keeps on walking and every time
You finish lunch I check the plate
For signs of lipstick, after you ate,
But I don’t mind if you love someone else,
Just stay with me, though I’ll go mad.