Metamorphosis

Should you be King, to be thy tailor is the last thing I want to be.
To ask for support is one thing; to angle for praise is another.
A wise man like you must know what I mean.
If not, don't bother.

I am fed up with your vanity.
From now on, I shall follow my heart.
I won't trim you any finery for the party,
Since none is invited but fantasy and tarts.

If you are always moody but cannot name it, 
I am terribly sorry for you.
Yet, while you wallow in self-pity, 
I shall declare: I am crabby, too.

So bear Lady Lazarus in mind if you dare
To drag me once more to your vanity fair;
I will rise with my pitchy hair, 
And eat you like air.