There is a great guy, the kind of whom I can talk to about everything. He is also very gentlemanly, with a wicked twinkle, and thinks with his heart more than anything else. He is also the kind of guy who will bail me out in times of upheaval, one of the rare species who will gladly bring up chicken soup when I'm ill. And he's sitting behind me, back to back, so no, I am not writing this so he can see it and be glorified. He doesn't care about glory anyway.
There is another great guy, the kind of whom I want to see everyday. The kind of whom I want to just watch him sleep. A perfect little guy who may be imperfect to everybody else, but is just perfect for me. I miss him, because this guy is not sitting in with me in the same room. I also miss him because the pompous old big brother is watching me as if talking to this great little guy were a wrong thing to do. I guess I should sign him up for Arani Issa and get him a heart, no matter how artificial. Because at least he would have something like a heart. I am ready to give up everything, change my whole lifestyle for this little guy. I am well known for my siestas nationwide, but I'll even give that up. People tell me I'm losing it, but I don't think so, and anyhow I will gladly lose my brain to a heart. I am not a super mummy, but nobody is unless they are. I wonder how it is for daddies. My kind of big guy seems so happy. And my other little guy would be so happy too. And that in turn would make me so happy. I am also notoriously known for my bad smoking habit, I just love smoking, have been doing so for 15 years, but I will give that up for him. I want him so much that I am ready to do just about anything. I just wish the perfect guy were still in the picture, because I could talk to him, and he would understand. I could talk to the perfect man, even 'confess' anything and everything, because he is no pompous ass. He is one who doesn't need the heart transplant. People disagree with me, but I will still gladly vouch for him. He will, of course, still decorate a Christmas tree to perfection and that's OK because it makes him who he is. There is one common factor which these three guys share; not size, not age, not even intellect, it's a good old heart which lies in all three. Pity big brother doesn't have one.
There is another great guy, the kind of whom I want to see everyday. The kind of whom I want to just watch him sleep. A perfect little guy who may be imperfect to everybody else, but is just perfect for me. I miss him, because this guy is not sitting in with me in the same room. I also miss him because the pompous old big brother is watching me as if talking to this great little guy were a wrong thing to do. I guess I should sign him up for Arani Issa and get him a heart, no matter how artificial. Because at least he would have something like a heart. I am ready to give up everything, change my whole lifestyle for this little guy. I am well known for my siestas nationwide, but I'll even give that up. People tell me I'm losing it, but I don't think so, and anyhow I will gladly lose my brain to a heart. I am not a super mummy, but nobody is unless they are. I wonder how it is for daddies. My kind of big guy seems so happy. And my other little guy would be so happy too. And that in turn would make me so happy. I am also notoriously known for my bad smoking habit, I just love smoking, have been doing so for 15 years, but I will give that up for him. I want him so much that I am ready to do just about anything. I just wish the perfect guy were still in the picture, because I could talk to him, and he would understand. I could talk to the perfect man, even 'confess' anything and everything, because he is no pompous ass. He is one who doesn't need the heart transplant. People disagree with me, but I will still gladly vouch for him. He will, of course, still decorate a Christmas tree to perfection and that's OK because it makes him who he is. There is one common factor which these three guys share; not size, not age, not even intellect, it's a good old heart which lies in all three. Pity big brother doesn't have one.
