This blog is unofficially named "Silly Little Love Song"
Reading, writing, rithmatic
Pick one, quick! One, make it stick
Study, muddy, clarify
Reason, publish, work through nights
Grab the title, snag the raise
Count the money, count the days
All the time spent at the desk
You’re the expert, you’re the best
Hold the trophy made of glass
Smile for the camera—Snap!
We all need must specialize
Success drives devoted lives
But there’s a subject I miss
Studying—and that’s your kiss
Small inflections of your voice
Faces you don’t make by choice
Shades of color in your eyes
In my eyes you are the prize
Is it so bad I want to be an expert in you?
I want to write for magazines
Fly to London, meet the Queen
Interview the President
Joe Six Packs hustling for rent
Sew tales of humanity
Rich and poor and in between
Give the world a laugh and thought
Paint in shades of gray, inkblot
Pen a treatise on world peace
Hear my Father say he's pleased
Yet a piece will seem amiss
If I can't write of your kiss
Learning love by learning you
Strengthens me at what I do
Ticks and tells and laughs and looks
Known so well I'll scribe the book
Such that nay the Iliad
Holds a candle in your stead
Is it so bad I want to be an expert in you?
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