"Just because I'm not getting paid for it that doesn't make me a slacker."

THORN

A fine point penitentiary
Figuratively speachless
Forgetful of false modesty
Pinned to the floor,
I gasp in amazement.

For you, I will be the one who brings regret,
Harbinger of the Harpe's stare,
Forever haunted
by my secret glare.
Just a little chip
to wear by your shoulder
something caught in your mollar.
The thorn in your paw:
the recognition of a flaw
in your beautiful logic.
Knowing that nothing is okay,
no one ever thinks to just say,
"I know baby, but I love you anyway."