Remember-me-not
My madness is my method, my speed is my armor,
I guess i can be fun, slightly dry, but sly and spry.
Just don't you expect me to sink in your harbor,
And don't cry for me - no, woman, no cry!
For i envision life as a graph of many axes,
On helices of time one is merely a dot.
My ex'es don't chase me or each other with axes.
I'm like that useless flower, remember-me-not.
My wanderings are endless, my focus is clear,
I move, i get it done, what's the point in being stuck?
Just cut this crap my dear, let's meet for a beer,
Then maybe something stronger, then likely a fuck.
On Sunday you will see me unfurl my white sail
And vanish in the ocean at 25 knots,
But first i'll buy for you at some gardener's sale
A bunch of useless flowers - remember-me-nots.
