Upon our greeting I noticed on you,
that we had on a matching pair of shoes.
Who knew that Chuck Taylor would be the writer's choice?
Maybe it had to do with something in your voice...
You tried to blow me away with your magical words,
I retaliated by spinning your head with my slurs.
You think I am as magical as you,
yet I do not know why that you do.
The words you speak are not like the ones in my head,
as you, OT ordered the pancakes instead.
I order the same, trying to mimic you -
for you inspire me through all the words that you spew.
You're brilliant sir, and I love what you do.