Limpet Mines Poem by Andy Brookes

Nag, nag, not so much a trip trap, here you go again on your cycle
around the room in eighty days, I could have been a contender
a wail cinematic and counterproductive the world doesn't work the way you want.

so you are stuck at the crossroads and me crosswise, or is it counterclockwise.
if I was wise I'd be outta there otherwise I wonder what keeps me.
remembering the you that was not the you you've become. or is it habit?

you thinking you've a cross to bear, well not so much, as I seem to carry you on my back.
loaded everyday, truth is I'mdouble crossedmaking me cross or is that crucified.
no that's your game, playing the martyr but we are stuck together a toxic pair,
emotional Siamese twins, as we fence, parry and feint.

you ease your, so called, burden at the pub, seeing life through whiskey haze.
you find the worldmore to your taste, more rose coloured, as it should be.
at least you'll sleep for a few hours, me, I'll have peace until the next rotation.