You can’t ram that down my throat. It’s none of my business.

It’s easy to be an old, frumpy, critical, boring, fake, and offended “adult.” That’s the default. It takes courage, grit, willingness, honesty, and depth to recover our inner-children, stop taking ourselves so seriously, and return to innocence. It takes guts to be stupid and silly like my wife and I.

I call my wife little and sweet, because that’s what she is. You cannot persuade me otherwise. That you see her in some inferior frame is your problem. I’m not interested.

Your moral arrogance doesn’t excuse you from not making an effort to comprehend the nuances of my poetry. Go abuse someone else.