Just Stop Already...

 I realize that to say this might not be my place,
But I can honestly assure you that I'd never say it to your face.
It seems to me, my friend,
That this phenomenon of yours is becoming a sort of trend.

After every break-up,
After every dramatic shake-up,
This "Satan" which so likes to possess you
Comes anew.

My friend, of course I am easily amused,
But I see right through this ruse.
Perhaps truly you believe yourself;
If so, then I think you really need help.

Is this a cry for attention?
Is this the beginnings of schizophrenia?
Whenever can I cease my lamentations
Of your constant episodes of paranoia?

I'm sorry, but I've had it up to here.
Now I am turning from you my ear.
But before I go I'll leave this:
Satan can't possess someone who has, for brains, piss.