A Poem Inspired By Two Minutes

you tell me whatever's fair my rebuttal to you is without flair we bask in the lost wonder of anyway no muscles are flexed, and it's two minutes later staring at the moon in deep conversation i wonder if the apex of our love is descending due to constipation i am past iffy and am now good friends with surewhen no grunts of benevolence, and it's two minutes later understood are we of our normalcy we shine up the monotony by cleaning it thoroughly you are way past tolerance and both feet over halfway into done deal no frolicking in in any sweet sticky puddles, and it's two minutes later now the truth patents its methodical expressions this is by far the most dire of all our great depressions bags and boxes belittle once brilliantly sculptured brains no more essential scents of inspiration and reaasurance, it's two minutes till good as gone....