Screech

Scream a poem and set me free,
And end this creative lobotomy.
I beg to you to let her go, so that I can go and be on the go.
You send us our threats and quiet our calms,
And give us a place to quarry our qualms.
You can fool the others with a smile,
But I can see you, crocodile.
You say that you hide love beneath,
But all I see are snarling teeth.
Ensnare her senses, embroil my mind,
I hope it hurts you every time.
Every time you crack a joke,
Its all nonsense otherwise I just can’t cope.
Scream a poem or leave her be,
Either way it works for me.