You have red hair in your beard
Amidst the brown
Looking so much like that Tudor douche
Growing fat
Or in your case
More masculine
I prefer you
Did you know?
I think you’re decadent and delicious
And I don’t even care
That your shirt is too small
It would bother some people
That I don’t use punctuation
But it doesn’t matter
Because I know that I’ve worked hard enough
That you’d love me
No matter what
Thanks for writing me that recommendation
I prayed to God that I would be able to sneak a peek
To know what you felt about me
As a student
You told me yesterday, “You do good work.”
But I knew that already
I do it all for you and your beard
You work me half to death
I’ve had to hold you so long
You’re more like Henry VIII than I thought
But your name is Mark
And I’m not Anne
I’m Mary
