I miss you like crazy

I love you to death

I'm sorry there are morons

That think I'm on meth

If only they'd share

I might try what they're smoking

To call this honest work

They're delusional if not joking

A sick joke it would be

And I'm failing to see

Any sort of humor

In them taking you from me

If that was their shot, they've missed

If this is aired as efficacious

Or any goddamn thing other

Than poorly written political satire

Whatever they're trying to accomplish

To get their pat on the back

All they've managed so far

Is to get all three of us vexed

I'm sorry I've passed on my temper

Hoping it's also a knack to see

Past people's bullshit facades

To their simple stupidity

Cause if their goal was to ensure the best

They would see that you're well taken care of

And they'd be satisfied with a test

Instead they accuse and make allegations

Backed by a lengthy, facetious probation

Lacking sense but marked with dictation

I know you're both strong

And I know you're smart

This is an inconvenience at best

But just remember those things and who you are

And I'll work out the rest