You deprive me of my solitude
Yet loneliness remains.
I long for you as often
As a pinecone longs for chains.
I love you like the Jewish faith
Love bread with time to leaven
And I’d describe your sense of humor
As a pH of 11.
When, alas, my eyes are on you
I feel no sense of hesitation
That the prudent course of action
Is a quick defenestration.
You’ll never feel a lacking
Of the things you never knew
And I hope that everyone you meet
Are just as great as you!
The Daily Travesty 