The Plot

The Plot Sophie Dunér © 2001

You whisper into her ear.

I hear you, but you can’t see

I’m standing very close.

Why do you keep smiling at me?

I’d prefer if you’d be clear,

Please don’t be so loveable.

I hate that grin upon your chin

Your face turning slowly green.

Your mouth smiling while your eyes are cold:

I hate that grimace so clever,

Senseless and changing never,

Oh how I find you so grotesque.

You say it’s a general problem;

I shouldn’t take anything personally.

Don’t want to point me out.

I sit like a question mark;

My eyes as big as massive chalk.

Unable to talk.

Your talent for social behaviour’s

Far greater than mine, I know.

Your transformation impresses me so,

Though I don’t want to see you smile.

I don’t want to see you hide.

I just want you to be yourself.

Your talent for social behaviour’s

Far greater than mine, I know.

Your transformation impresses me so.

Though I don’t want to see you smile.

I don’t want to see you hide.

I just want you to be yourself