You look phantasmagorically at me
in accusation of an endearing proposition.
I just need three drops of vitamin D
while you require a truck load of tacos.
Nothing will get the job a gold star
when we cannot focus on the opening of
an eye that is responsible for firing of the cannon.
Reprise me,
shock me,
taser me,
and elope with me.
It is the same old game we have
been playing.
I know you hear me.
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