Today, being the Sabbath... it is a Cringe day.
This is true, straight-up Cringe too. Written circa 1985, this is written... gasp! For a boy. Here is the pathetic and cringe-ity-doo-dah part (because I still think it's a good poem), I told the dipstick boy I had truly written it for, that I wrote it with his current love interest (read beautiful bee-hatch) in mind, for what she was putting him through. The dipstick I and I were "friends" and I may have even half-believed it at the time.
Your crocodile tears touch me,
flattered that you'd care enough
to pretend to an emotion.