I hate mimes.

 

His hand goes up, he’s happy,

His hand goes down, he’s sad,

His bipolar disorder needs to be taken care of.

Don’t pretend to reign me in,

There is no rope,

I’m not your b****h.

 

I’m not a mind reader;

Pictures have a thousand words,

How am I supposed to know

Which string of the thousand combinations

Is the one he’s trying to convey?

Communication is key to a relationship,

But how do you communicate

When language –

Words I should say,

For the smartasses that will argue

Miming is a language –

How do you communicate

When words are dispelled?

 

I would have preferred

The traditional silent treatment

Over this sick version,

That has me twisting my head

To figure out what you are saying – or rather aren’t.

I played along with it at first,

But this game has become exhausting,

Quite frankly it’s annoying.

You were probably one of the kids

Who wouldn’t fall back in drama class.

I don’t know what happened that made you shut up

But darling I’m flying,

And I can’t be with someone

Who won’t even scream when I fall.

 

Never fall in love with a mime.