There is someone for everyone
is a lie that does not need
disproving again. Attractive
and unattractive people everywhere
are equally alone, staring
into buckets of soluble fish.
Same goes for those at all points
on the intelligence scale, all waggling
opposable thumbs at toothless, gawping
highways. Here's the point I'm supposed
to counter-argue, erect a dazzling
contrary construct, from the left-over
elements of water and air. But the truth
is, I have only one drum, and one stick
with which to play the only dance I know.