On my wish list

I’m in the middle

No playing the violin of pity

There is no fiddle

So rhythmic

But I’m no riddle

He can’t stayed focused because he’s so chained to my middle

Temptation creeping out

Time to expose him

The ego he built on clout

Disgusted and I haven’t even found out

But what goes up must come down

So I’m close to catching what you’re all about