4-3-2-1

Moronic boyfriend poem.

I have been stood up four times,
paid for three meals,
bought you at least three new birthday presents because you didn't like the first ones,
and have only been thanked once

Is it that hard to throw a little love my way?
Say "please" instead of demanding.
Maybe a "thank you" when I pass the corn.
But that's not your style is it?
You're not one for caring
or emotions
or kindness.

You want it your way or no way,
this way not that way.
Constantly hurling myself through your hoops.
And I'm done.
Finally, totally fed-up done.
Let your new "love" put her life on hold
and fold
and cater to your every whim.