in the style of...2

[paints]

No Sinatra but...

anda one anda two...

Every breath you take
Every line you fake
Every poem you make
Every step you take
I’ll be watching you

Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every poem you slay
I’ll be watching you

Oh, can’t you see
You belong to me
There's so much pain (snow pain?)
With every pose you feign

Every line you trash
Every poem you bash
Every poet you thrash
Every verse you lash
I’ll be watching you

Since you’ve been here no poet can rest
Until they have passed your "lousy" test
I look around, I only see your bile
You lack depth, grace and style
I keep crying my dear sweet boy, please...

Oh, can’t you see
You belong to me
You are so vain
With every rhyme you've slain

Every move you make
Every word you break
Every stance you fake
Every claim you stake
I’ll be watching you

I’ll be watching you
I’ll be watching you
I’ll be watching you
I’ll be watching you...