She’s been giving me jaw,
saying why don’t you marry
someone

Getting old age
ain’t helping your looks
and there’s no one
to call your own.

Swing me back around,
you know the way
to my heart,
a sneaky tickle
where the monsters
start
too cold and much
too lean.

I’m bad and you’re
you’re the worst
one yet.
Who will save you now?
Who will push you back up
now that the smash
has settled and the dust
floats so still and calm
about to drift down
to the sagey seafloor.

I can’t do this alone.
And other silly refrains
you toss off to show
you’ve got a spot
and you’re staying strong
and expanding well.

AMW / BW