• It seems as if your face was
    Strategically designed by God
    With his utmost extreme effort,
    In order for men like me
    To gape and cower in your vast,
    Infinitely sublime prescence
    With the fear of bothering you
    Even the slightest bit.
    To distort and twist such a look of peace
    Into a look of irritation,
    Is to light up on fire across the fibers
    Of every single painting known to man.
    Please don't mind me,
    Dont mind me at all.
    Ignore me at all costs.
    There is absolutely nothing else
    I'm asking of you.
    I hate it when I bother people,
    Especially when I don't mean to.