, , ,

you draw a line on ice

and tell  me that it is borders.

I cut my ham by the slice

and eat my pizza by quarters

When we finish our meals

and you diagnose my disorders.

I ask you what the doctor steals

you say it’s your charm and wit

and all that he feels

I’m sorry that I asked it

because my question brought in vice,

but you said that it builds your grit.