you libra
not such a zebra
just a diva
a little pretentious
always selfish
life’s an arena
you could probably lay off the pizza
not sure anyone else
will find you a keeper
you might as well get a visa
go to north korea
so i’ll never have to see ya
but that would be ruthless
i wonder if you have lupus
i nicknamed you judas
always things on my mind
i look at all the signs
recline and look inside
stroke the spine
occasionally profound
but i sip my wine
hope for something nice
hope i don’t meet another libra
but if i do
i hope they don’t run the meter