Woody Allen-esque, you would be
I would describe you as much as you
could be described
gangly, tip tap tappy
scribbling notes, jarring me, us
my type of crazy
ready for a joke
darker the better, bomb ass
humor waiting in the trenches
and just full of wit, too much, maybe
interesting
I know you hate trees and rain
in poems, makes you want to punch your own
card
I could laugh at you
instead
I will laugh with you
Have I met you?
I am you
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