I am coming soon
And don’t tell me you don’t know
Our wedding has been fixed
But only you can spoil our mix
I hope you will see farther than the lynx
The hindrances which only you can cause.
I watch you from above
Claiming me here, owning me there
But I wish I can say the same for you.
You do not fornicate, yes, I tick that
Like Job you even swore
Not to give your eyes to the whore
But on Tuesday in that bus
You could not stop wishing
It was that Mona Lisa
With face turned maroon with make-up
And showing too much skin
That sat next to you.
Or do we talk about the instant blood-rush
Which I know you will call a crush
That you had on that actress
When she gave a good account of herself
In that chick-flick?
By the way, is that a twitch I see on your face?
You mean you dare pretend before Me, your Maker?
You see to have forgotten so soon
Your spiritual birthday
When we agreed, mutually
That there was to be neither any Ice Prince nor the King of Pop
On that playlist
Yet your radio dial is always locked on Beat FM.
For all those times you frowned at thieves and stealing
All those times you stopped your pen from adding the killer zero
Your back will enjoy my pat
But I will give you a loud tap
For all those times you looked the other way
While the brown bag passed you by
Coming to tell me that annoying lie
That you had no change.
I saved you, and that is my part
I died for you, live for me.
Be perfect, as I am perfect.