My Paradisiac
11 Jan
I think I’m paranoid.
You give me the paras;
The heebee-geebees.
I want my paradise
My paradisiac –
You make me paralytic.
As well as paralexic
And paraparetic
You’re my Paris angel.
But this ain’t no parable,
It’s just we’re parallel
Parked together.
I’d commit parasuicide
To be by your side.
I admit it – I’m parasitic.
And when we’re past sixty
And both down with paraplegia,
We’ll survive with paramnesia.
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