Love Note

a romantic haiku

don’t flatter yerself, lover. if i were as malicious toward you as you think i am,

i’d be on yer friends list telling you how great you are in the face of that

garble you call ‘writing’. 

and for that warm sensation you get running down

yer leg each time I praise you, i’d give you the lines from yer very own hand

so you could mop yourself up. fish.

what you need to be asking yerself: "is this person already a friend of mine under another name.? i did get that wonderful review last night"