Oh dear sir, you are many things
But wholesome is not one of them

You are very incomplete and fragmented
But such parts are unseen by most eyes
And though you are unconsciously longing
For someone to fill such hollow holes,
You are sidetracked by societal expectations
That you'd resort to the boring entertainment
Of busy days and bland tasting wine

Oh dear sir, you are many things
And lonesome is one of them