You’re never too old to have
An imaginary friend, or,
Wait a second,
There really is an age limit,
Like 5,

But I have
A female imaginary friend named L.

We go out, we dance, we sleep together,

But, most of all, we’re poets
Needing each other as muses,
She’s highly supportive
And we’re relatively like minded,
But she’s 720 trillion light years away,

And did I mention, she’s drop dead gorgeous?
I mean, she’s like Mona Lisa
With all the puzzles solved. Bam!

Can I get a witness!
God bless America!
She’s a brick house!

All rolled into one
Sweet potato pie,

And after we’re done playing, God just says,

“Now what do you want?”

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