"Setting Folly And Neon"

Setting folly and neon
To a heavy beat-
It's become too formulaic,
Not attractive-

Girl,
It's nowhere near imperial-
And it's not sweet:

Which is to say, real-

Yet I'm not trying
To be your walrus,
Nor your fool on the hill-

For you've made it very clear,
That you don't care for me:

Being as you think
You're very smart and lit-

But for all your apparent heat-
Deep inside you're a cold one:

I shiver from the chill.