Do you ever wish
On what peeves you most
To just dissipate?

I wish that I wasn’t so late
In learning when someone
Chooses to be filled with salt
And infectious contempt.

A warning system
Would be a nice addition
To this life of mine!

I want to be a magic like nature
Unpredictable but admirable.

The manner loudly sniff its nose,
The manner quietly respond,
Way of asking questions
And four and five.

When I turned eight,
Got rid of those manners,
Then still a teenager
And in the future engineer.

The habit of staring at ads,
The habit of doing ten things,
Late today, early tomorrow,
Once all as I wanted.

riding out the highs of life
with manic ferocity

until

the minutiae of life
drag you down into the depths of despair

a pure loyalty like no other
hidden by a dramatized emotional facade

always there to bring you up,
simultaneously bringing themselves down
it's a slippery *****--
emotional support

Oh, to be Mercutio--
is to be the eye of a hurricane,
winding about a center
--that may not be
as stable as it seems