In My Mentality It Is A Cricket Poem by Aerin Andre

I have always tried but not until recently could I place a figure towards my conscious.
A gleeful cricket is all that stands before me.
He always time after time appears whenever he can place an anecdote to ruin any possibility of my idea of happiness.
Notions of a simple whisper or a wave of his glove fitted hands to beckon his wisdom.
His right decision or whoever decided the right decision.
Never actually made by one party.
This confuted little cricket knows no bounds to whatever he pushes his point across.
I swear I once saw him dancing to no tune and he even skipped with glee.
The haughty voice or the giggle that points the fact that he needs to be abused in some way.
With no means to lie without my manifestation any decision I have made have obviously blown out of proportion.
Examples upon examples can be extracted from my life.
This pompous insect happens to pop in out of absolutely thin air to either ruin or repair whatever I call this life style.
Anything he bellows somehow attracts the obvious attention deficit.
When honesty comes into play he has helped tremendously and may he place great influence on me.
For the fact is I know that he might not survive much longer, but yet he might.
Its a touchy subject but after everything its obvious I wish a little partner in disguise.
Please.
Stay.