—Do you like poetry?
—Nope. I love it.
—Who’s your favorite poem-er?
—Well, depending on — did you say poem-er?
—Before you answer, I want to read you a little something of mine.
—Oh god. Oh no. Why won’t this door open.
—I just want you to have all the facts before you choose a favorite.
—Where did you get a lute.
—Her cherry-stem’d breasts do swivel so gay
—My brain feels like it’s trying to somehow slit its brain-wrists.
—Something something oh and by the way
—You actually wrote down “something something,” I see.
—I got this lute on eBaaaaaay