The Therapeutic Kind

as i wander, i stop just for a moment, and gaze into the faces around me. i ask a name, i ask if your happy, i ask why your sad, you just ignore me, i am sad. i then notice, you dont even know that I'm here, is it on purpose, i say some thing flip, your milk jug is exposed, you go on talking to your friends. i dont think that I'm dead, or a goats, i poke you good, real good, you still dont notice I'm here. i can only look at this one way, positively, if you wont notice me, if you chose to ignore me, it will only make it flirt, ten times harder. if you do want to play, just remember your parts, or i will have to take them in hand. i love it, when you know your parts, like the back of your hand, as they swell, you blush, i do to. i have a hard time in therapy, you do to, dont you?