tool

I've made a mistake
I've done something dense
I've vaulted down onto
The wrong side of the fence.

What was I thinking?
Was I thinking at all?
I shouldn't have used you
As my little rag doll.

It's not really research
But I am kind of mad
Even now I am analyzing
Upon my sketchpad.

I wish I'd forgotten
My whole little rouse
But now your silence
Has given me the blues.

So soon since we connected
I've been a fool
I hope you can forgive me
For acting like such a tool.