Dear George.

• Author: DeNiord, Chard
• Position: Poem

Why should I kiss you, honey bear , after you've proclaimed both near and far: "When I talk about peace, I'm really talkin' about war?" And why should I sit on your lap, booboo , when you have no idea who Gilgamesh was or his beloved Enkidu? And how should I presume, cupcake , when you can't recall having made a single mistake? And why should I return with you, pomegranate , when your heart's as hard as Rutland granite? And why should I draw on your back, sweetheart , when you can't even lie down where the ladders start? And why should I tell you what the serpent said, sugar beet , when the frogs are dying, but you don't feel the heat? And why would I want to unravel my knitting, peanut , when you cry "freedom" from every window, but you don't mean it? And why should I come home, six pack , when I'm...