"You rule"

Would my poetry end listening to you

You say so obvious things that I'm blind to see

An when you cry out of your pain and

Laugh that greedy laughter

My fizzy mind gets mesmerized

For all the trumpets that you blown

Would barely make you feel better anyway

Your pitchy throat, so very nice

And that long hair you sway with delight

Manifest yourself to the strange being from outside

Your observation multilevel, multidimensional

I fly in 2-D sky, very plain.