Please treat me like a customer with cash
To spend. Please be for-profit, wanting me
Returning time and time again, with each
Exchange increasing value endlessly.
Don’t treat me like a bureaucrat would, rash
And rude, uncaring, callous, cold. I plea,
I beg, and everything lies beyond reach.
Don’t treat my love so bureaucratically.
Like projects parents slip soon in the trash,
My love was meant for you. A gift that’s free
Sometimes is valued less, or turns a leech –
Just please don’t treat me like I’m family.
With love my love exchange, and know it’s true:
The value of my love goes up for you.