My heart is in in my throat
Swallowing feels like an impossible task
Yet to sit next you is all that I could ask
You half turn but devote a single scornful eye So I mind my manners and await my chance To insert myself beneath your watchful glance
You say that I'm a friend, in fact the best A prize without contest, won't keep your attention Others enter frame my brain feels the tension
A pet, blanket , and sometimes a sage Truly where do I fit in your vast empire? To shine again for you is all that I desire