I'll tell it to you straight
with abstract poetry,
and I don't say this lightly
because if I wanted a doghouse,
I'd keep a dog.
I say this because you have unleashed
your karmic repercussions
that I warned you about.

Your windy emotions conflict
with your simple minimalism.
I listen for you,
but you're all noise,
no content.
When I dedicate a weekend to you,
you fill it up with bullshit.

Your work, your certifications
are a blanket you pull over your head.
You never know
where your influence will end
or how much your flakiness
affects my friends,
their lives and schedules.
When you affect me,
you affect my sphere of influence.

For the highest good of all,
I'm willing to take tests about darning my socks off for you.
I'm willing to wash my hair for you
and get headaches right before bed,
but I can go no further than this.

You grew up North.
I grew up South.
I try to reach you,
but you're too far East,
and I'm an occultist of the West.
Our worlds do not collide.

On Friday,
after One Week,
I'll give you Lithium
as an anniversary gift
to encourage you to Meet Me Halfway.
I'm Not in Love
and you mean nothing to me,
but I want you back
so I have the pleasure of
flipping you off
with sarcasm.

08/04/2017

Posted on 08/04/2017
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