postmen elate
when love poems come their way
starved of romance they await
tasty words from hearts ablaze
not since days of C. Chaplin
has honey caused such wet napkins
glad someone can get rocks off
while poets pick chastity belt locks
think dipshits will ever try
to mimic this madness with A.I.
good luck programming robo grammerly
with sparks from arcs of misery
chock up another win for unrequited
rejection inspires more writing
secretly I know path ascending
open page to book happy endings.
Day Gun