you only like green beans

 
We’ve been up and down
over and around every angle,
now words are exhausted repeats
tied into nooses around our necks.
Maybe we’re both crazy
like our medicine cabinet says
or we need more sunshine
and green vegetables in our diet.
Let’s play another hand of poker-
I’ll up the ante by two Vicodin,
mine are stronger than yours
and you’re sure to win the pot.
Then after I’ll make supper
if you promise to eat your broccoli,
an agreement you’ll surely break
because you only like green beans.
I’ll rub ointment on your neck
to soothe away the rope burn
and when the sun rises tomorrow
we can start all over again.