And YOU, of all people, honestly,
it is not easy for me to understand,
you are asking me how to fix this thing?
Fix us? Make us whole? Lovey, dovey?
I must, on this triste Monday morning,
tell you, that I do NOT miss you,
don't NEED to kiss you, however,
my dear, I would like you to get,
if you don't mind and do get my drift,
get my buddies, all of them, lined up,
like for deliverance, bring the banjo,
but this is, please listen, my only
my deep down hidden desire, my lack,
my socionutrient deficiency, acquired,
yes, or in the blood, I need, like my
daily and enriched bread, the company of
my buddies. Not a thing more, not now.
That is what has made me ache,
long, cry at night and grump at the world.
Boys only, naturally, no zebras, please.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-boys-2/
