Out of the Blue

I don't know why you would darken my door, out of the blue,

Just because your feelings have darkened to purple.

I am not some paper doll that you can dress in mourning

Because you woke up thinking that I miss you.

Pursuant to the First Amendment, I must tolerate what you say.

I'm sure it's a relief to get it off your chest,

But upon perusal of the First Amendment, you're not entitled

To my rights of assembly, to my audience, to my listening,

and you know how little I hear...

                                              ...though it is such a nice chest.