pour me another glass of champagne

while i wipe the tears of laughter from my eyes.

i see what you've been trying to show me all along:

your genius lies in your unabashed absurdity (such absurdity!).

i should just sit back and accept that you

are the literary equivalent of a small-town stripper,

not very talented but still so entertaining.

you keep writhing on my lap,

and i keep turning the page.

07/27/2011

Author's Note: Inspired by a very insipid poem written by a character in one of the Gossip Girls novels (yes, I hate that I have to confess to reading it in order to attribute my inspiration).

Posted on 07/27/2011
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