Would that my love be a sonnet … blah blah blah.
Just read Shakespeare’s 130th and you’ll see
what I mean when I say, Lord, please have mercy
on me. I like her. What can I say? She rocks
and/or rolls, but it is not my duty to
completely drain her of emotion or her
control over things she says, thinks, feels and does.
No. That would be unbecoming of a guy
like me. What I mean is, I have my hang-ups
and issues too. Foibles, transgressions and sins.
We all got problems, you know? Even Jay Z.
I bet he wants to drive into oncoming
traffic sometimes, especially when she starts
going on and on about Bob Fosse and
how everyone should know who he was. “I
mean, if it wasn’t for Bob Fosse…” … “Yeah, yeah.
Ok, Beyonce. I’m in the Benz … on my
phone … like every other asshole out here.
Can we talk about this later, please?” I bet
she replies with a curt, “Fine,” and hangs up. “You…