We Come and Go

Your entry on my arm gave me cachet,
Which I delighted in, revelled, abused,
Made merry with, after Valentine’s Day,
Until you criticized me, unamused,
And I became extremely circumspect,
Kowtowing to my critics, playing ball,
Assuring their position: the elect,
The chosen, those who mattered most of all,
But you thought I had turned too serious,
That people missed my jokes; you chose to run,
So I became unhinged, sad and delirious,
And soon it was all done. I was undone.
I found myself beset, beaten, and banished;
The citizenry blamed me when you vanished.