I wish I could write a poem about how clever and interesting and utterly human you are; alas, I cannot. all I can think about is your ******* hair, an entropic tangle of dying cells and pigment catching solar rays and background radiation in every ******* selfy you take and I am sorry that is what I fixate upon but how could I not?
my apologies, for usually I am a far better man than this, yet even then you are a far better man than I and I commend you for it.