Codependent Gloom Tomb

Clay sold me, cuz he said, “See?
I CAN’T get to the top of that coconut tree.”
He tried to plea, saying, “Woe-is-….” “Me!?
I’LL get you to the top of that coconut tree.”

Codependent Harpoon,
Will it all end in doom?
Here comes me up the coconut tree.
To my dismay,
I MUST save the day,
Pushing him the whole way
Up the coconut tree.

Codependents presume
That they haven’t been groomed.
But I’M succumbing
To this fantasy.
Trying to suppress,
Not disagree.
Still more to sort through,
As I fail to see
It’s the wrong mindset
Up the … OH NO!

Codependent Monsoon!
A worthless pursuit,
All would agree,
The process of clinging to the enabling spree.
Plain-to-see dramas
That don’t have a chance.
Done this for years,
Regardless of rants.

“Help me up!”
Cried helpless he.
All riled up,
I guarantee.

And now, to show me
How it’s all F’d…
Comes the Referee
To see what’s left.

“You got this all wrong,” he begins to sigh,
“You can’t do it FOR him, he’s got to try!”
My stomach knots up like a tie.
“You’ve been duped,
And now feel pooped.
This is twisted and you’ve been cooped.
He needs the boot.
You must get free!
Look who’s coming,
It’s time to flee,
Or you’ll acquiesce
To Insecurity!”

Then, as if on cue,
The proud nominee:
“But I can’t overcome
The enabling, see?
It’s a battleground
I cannot flee.”

But—
Codependents Assume
They can’t help but resume.
Hanging on by a thread,
This repeats in my head:
“I don’t dare NOT to care.
I’m the devotee!
I’LL GET him to the top of the coconut tree.”

Codependent Gloom Tomb.