I put the kettle on waiting for it to boil
Contemplating our meetup and your recoil
I know, it's the sight of me
I'm not a pleasant view to see
I understand your repulsive act
Keeps my insecurity on track

The kettle beckons me with a high pitched whistle
It's the only thing that longs for me, with that affection, I don't wrestle
I must mean something to someone...