His book about customer service
made him gorgeous to the scared fan
Is this some fucking stop action Woody Allen delusion?
Reality says no one feels sorry for
Your mid life crisis, complete with
cheating on your wife and sex toy for your boy
In the tank of tentacled sessile beasts
Your love can’t with stand scrambled
Eggs in my mouth, immune to poison
Why couldn’t you have inspired me
Instead I have nightmares with
Semen being the only warmth.