Bachelors

That homonym of a well spent youth.

Bachelors should make:

Make love and literature.

They should enjoy their freedom;

Newfound freedom of love and literature.

What a time!

Though as that most eligible of bachelors said:

Who cares what time it is, when the future is an interminable abyss of wackness?

I like to make love and literature. Who doesn’t?

But I’ve often said: my art is best,

When my life is wackest.

Life mustn’t be too bad, then, if that rhyme is any indication.

There’s a poem in here somewhere or other

Finding it will be a mither;

Inspired artist or noncommittal lover?

I like to be happy, so I’d rather be neither.