Go ahead, make me listen, and talk
about your day.
I'm fine with mundane details, when
they're told well, anyway.
Make me scour the town to find all
sorts of things.
When you're along, you give time jets
and wings.
Make me shower more often, shave daily,
wash my hands,
Build bookshelves and networks and
intricate plans,
But when it comes to my friends, please
don't make me choose.
I don't want to compare, 'cause I know
that you'll lose.
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