The Jealous Hypocrite

Consider thus the Jealous Hypocrite
Who wishes to monopolize my time,
Yet when she finds it so convenient,
Discardeth me as trash or dirt or slime.
She calls me forth on many routine night,
To watch with her—to heed her every call—
And though the show and time is slightly trite,
To answer her I always drop it all. 
And though it's she who's always asking me,
She says that she does sacrifice for sure
And though I oft do make a meal for her,
They fall as naught to all from her I see. 
And when she's gone I sit alone and cry;
Yet when I'm gone, I'm heartless and should die.