There are some fights that I won’t pick with you
And many lines that I will let you cross.
Frankly, there’s not a whole lot you can do
To make me lecture
you like I’m your boss.
You can be messy and I’ll clean up after.
You can complain;
I’ll always be your ear.
You can be all depressed; I’ll choke my laughter.
You can be AA and
I’ll give up beer.
You can love cheesy novels; I’ll write tripe.
You can have head
lice; I’ll be your shampoo.
You can do opium; I’ll light the pipe.
You can kick
babies; I’ll lend you my shoe.
But I will
gladly kiss goodbye to Cupid
If you just once
treat waiters like they’re stupid.
Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells
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