You know that feeling
When you have to sneeze but can’t
And your nose you already blew?
Imagine that feeling
For an hour or so.
That’s how it feels to be talking with you.
It’s 41 Farenheit
Outside my room.
It would be warm in Alaska
And cold in Khartoum.
In my car, my spedometer
Says 73.
That’s slow if you’re metric
But fast if you’re me.
Lots of life’s relative;
Could be good, could be bad,
But at least we agree
There’s arguments to be had!