Some people are just more suitable,
Than I am...
For relationships and that kind of closeness.
Five minutes alone with anyone,
And I begin to feel paranoid.
With the feeling of the air beginning to pollute.
And 'IF' that time should extend to six minutes,
I am the one demanding a quick divorce.
Show me the papers to sign on that bottom line.
Most things I do well...
But relationships?
That 'aint' one of them!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem