FACT: i'm not a great person. i am a bad person.
i might say you are, but really, it's me.
i'm a supreme arse, and what am i ? guilty ?
maybe it's square peg, round hole
quite flush, and wedged awkwardly
or my 'neediness' is showing up.
can't claim honest goodness
because i know how it is
heance my confession that i am a bad person
and complete correctness
so to paraphrase
i'd jettison you in a moment
for the next one