I wrote this a while back, but I think it's funny. So I decided it needs to be on my blog! Please take it with a grain of salt...I was being silly that day. This is what happens when word nerds sit in drive-thru lines for long periods of time...
My intense frustration at my isolation
Is leading me to devastation.
I need salvation in the form of adoration
From a man who won't be an irritation.
I'd like to take a vacation in God's creation
With a man who will stop my desolation.
I'll starve myself to emaciation to find a man in a high paying occupation
That will kiss me in the precipitation.
The only problem with this approximation?
It will surely lead to fornication!