‘That’s my star’
I made a wise choice picking you that day,
I made a connection, one that’d stay.
Emphatic, deep rooted, kept me tethered lifelong,
Through s**t and through weddings, the voice to my song.
For a time, your riches were lush,
and extremities a rush.
But your leash grew weak;
enemies began to creep.
The drip line was fraying, spiralling, fading...”Oh s***, are we done....?”
You grabbed on and said; “no, you **** , we’ve just f*****g begun!”.
I turned and found the army - it was strong,
it was sleek, it was freak; it was there all along.
All standing for you - the best view!
And instead of announcing “I’m God, bow down little you”,
You opened your door and said “come on through”.