When My Beloved Arrives, I Yawn. When

Bored By Safety, The Lover Grows Jealous And Exacting.

The Lazy Manage To Keep Up With The Earth's Rotation Just As Well As The Industrious.

Intelligence Is Predatory, But Full Of Fastidiousness And Frights.

Home Again, I Can Groan, Scratch, And Talk To Myself.

People Invent Gods To Explain Their Suffering.