Untitled XIII.

My principles keep me warmer than you’d think—
That’s fine, because deep down you all weren’t right,
Well, for me, and I’m right, about that at least,

But, it must be great to have so much time to waste—
Blessed aren’t the timewasters, for they bask in dying suns:
I’m not Turing— not trying to solve codes out here,

Ergo: if it’s a job or a date, I’m not trying to ask twice—
I’m too old/cold for it— rather be home, writing (no joke),
Incense lit, thin smoke; Lanza or someone, on loop.