No Poems this Post Dude

No love poems, man.
Too macho, Nacho.
Too sacred, Sonny.
You neurons pushing me to create -
Too late.
I’ll drop you like a lead palette,
and play,
knocking back the mighty
IFs…
The threatening THENs…
Sven.
Look sharp you!
“If” you don’t…
“Then” you won’t…
Ah! conditional creativity.
“‘If’
You love me
‘then’
you’ll write me a poem.”
That portends a weighty tome.
Instead, I shall grab my named neurons by their dendrites,
flinging them end-over-end [...]