My Paradisiac

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.