You asked me to do this
You did this to all of us.
You subjected these nice people to my inner monologue
That i’ve been privately enjoying for years.
Get ready for a string of tangentially associated pop culture references
And echoes of times when i had feelings and let them lead me.
Girl i’ll be your loose-seal,
Take your hand,
And Blue myself.
Girl i’ll be your Han Solo,
combat attack a Hutt compound,
Awaken your force.
I’ll be your white walker,
Warm you through the long night,
Heck i’ll even hold the door.
Cause you rick my morty,
I mask your greatness,
Meseeks to assist you in any timeline.
You’ve pulled back the curtain
On a collage of random shit
I find funny
And use as a social litmus test.
My sisters were music snobs,
You and I speak visual arts,
Specifically some degree of screen,
Serial, episodic joy and misery.
I want my mtv
To start playing hour long dramas.