Discretion is a virtue
For which some have a knack.
Alas, it seems my roommate
In this department oft does lack.
I too must use discretion
When I lay upon his pillow
Subtle ads for soundproofing
And houses for rent on Zillow.
His endurance is remarkable
As much as his discretion.
He can “dance” for 90 minutes
Split into 60 micro-sessions.
I thought about live-tweeting
My compatriot’s loving dance
But by the time I’d typed my password
I’d already lost my chance.
Now in addition to discretion
Temperance I must display
To avoid sending him this poem
About his “bet you can’t have just one” lays.
You might call that passive-aggressive
And Dear Reader you’d be right.
I’ll ponder such implications
As I’m live-tweeting tonight.
The Daily Travesty 