Great Expectations

Well, as National Poetry Month ends in thirty minutes, I am writing out a lot of poems that I've had rattling around my head for a while. I think this is kind of born from that famous paradox about all Cretans being liars.

I expected you to disappoint me,

and you didn’t disappoint,

rising to my expectations

admirably. Did I expect

too much of you to start?

Oh, don’t fret about that,

that’s my issue now –

you’re doing just fine,

meeting my every expectation,

you overachiever you.