Pointy Poems

Let’s plumb the shallows of your mind
And see what worries we can find
I’ll cast a little darkness there
To lure out any latent care

Has age eclipsed your sex appeal? 
I see, how does that make you feel? 

Suppose we cast a wider net
And fish in farther waters yet

Is being rich and famous swell?
Or does it make it hard to tell
Which friends are false and which are real?
I see, how does that make you feel?  

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Suppose I take you back to school
Where I was dull and you were cool 
Remember cruel things you said?
Remember messing with my head?

You don’t remember being a heel.
I see, how does that make you feel? 

While nonchalantly spurning all
You somehow had them in your thrall

Parlaying looks and charm and poise
You hypnotised both girls and boys
Star status followed, just a steal
I see, how does that make you feel?

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While you surrendered life to fame
I mastered a more modest game
We climbed our ladders, you and me
Now at the top, what do we see?

You, stupified, cannot reveal
I see. 
How does that make you feel?