Look What I Can Do...

               

Okay, I realize now
that probably wasn't a good fit,
and the subdued color
was certainly all wrong

for your summery complection,
that habit you have
of soliloquizing unicorn-shaped objects,
and soup cans with people

screaming on them. Look, we all hate poets
who use red string licorice
to garotte the competition. I Gong them.
Worse than Soon Yi in a roller skating rink.

No. Hell no. I wouldn't insult
you for all the Hello Kitty porn
in Japan. I'm not like that. Hey look,
I'm trying to help you here.

Of course, there are always
the Horrible People. Can I just
bring one out and you can try
it on and see what you think?

I don't know what that pout
means and staring at your feet
is not an answer. Yes? Maybe?
There! That's better. I think

you'll find them surprisingly
resilient. They have survived
the Holocaust of themselves for years,
and, really, they go with anything.