What happens when the flames of passion fade
To glowing embers; when the embers cool?
The threads that sewed us into one lie frayed
And frail, tangled beneath the empty spool--
What then? When magnetism doesn't hold
As well as it once did our cores in place
And clumsy bodies in the dark grow cold
And late-night talks trail off at quicker pace?
Can you imagine you and me with age-
Admitting slippers curling round our toes?
Discussing (feigning interest at) each page
Of news I survey down a crooked nose...
How could one love such a conceding shell--
A life that's being spent, but never well?
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In other news:
-The Golfland arcade is still excellent
-Nerds Ropes are best enjoyed in groups of 5 or less
-I'll be teaching a two week acting camp at the Dragon in August! Tell any 12-16 year olds you know to sign up!
Big booty, twenty-seven!
Twenty-seven, big booty.