Faulty thinking

By default

I lay in your bed as you

Stared in the mirror at your golden halo

By default

You reminded me how lucky I was to be

Among the rarefied few

Thank you, thank you

By default

You had this idea you were going to swallow the world

With your music and your songs and your tendency

To gloat

By default

nobody who was ordinary and not scraping grateful

would satisfy your feeling you were owed everything

Weren’t you?

By default

Why didn’t I

Hold a wire to your neck

And ask you icily

How you came to be so full of shit?