Where\'s the poetry my friend? Please!
Doom-scrolling and calculations about the impact of nuclear missiles won\'t bring peace.
Let\'s talk about spring and sex.
Let\'s feel the sun on our faces and forget the fling with the ex.
Will you help me flirt and smile?
Let us really feel. And not think.
Let\'s turn off our computers and resort to real ink.
My carrier pigeon wants to meet your carrier pigeon.
And while we\'re at it:
Do remember thy neighbours face when he\'s innocently singing.
Do remember that erotic wave of love in your innings.
And know he doesn\'t carry a weapon.