Was it good for her, too?
I knew she knew I loved her, too,
But maybe she thought I was Tyrannosaurus Rex,
So she had to be secretive, she had to perplex,
My super cool, Obama-loving ex.
I wonder now what she is thinking.
She must be sitting somewhere, blinking,
Still with that face I loved to kiss.
But it’s the thinking we most miss.
Reading another’s mind is the jump
We cannot make: I hate Trump I hate Trump I hate Trump.
I hate Tom I hate Tom I hate Tom I hate Tom.
The air and the ocean are calm.
For a few moments I thought I knew what was going on.
Look at the stars. I hate Tom I hate Tom I hate Tom.