A Ripple Among the Rest

There is something peculiar about the way you speak,

as if you fathom all wonders in your words to me.

There is something in your language said in tongue in cheek,

as if trying to cunningly disguise dignity.

“Oh, my heart's temptation is for the dogs,” you remark.

Why, I did not know you had emotions in your name,

let alone, you preferred them for a howl or a bark.

Can you just cease to speak in code of your sick love game?

I don’t deserve to decipher your minds “profound” thoughts,

for they do nothing for me but hate you immensely.

Your communication will become composed of dots;

they will be buried as a ripple among the rest.