What i really need...

I need…

I need a horticulturist,
Who plants orchids that will forever bloom.
I need a guitarist,
Who strums the chords which fills my empty room.
I need a psychotherapist,
Who counsels me from the gloom.
I need an evangelist,
Who will save me from an eternal doom.

I need a hedonist,
Who will share my simple pleasures.
I need a narcissist,
Who regards admiration as treasures.
I need a Marxist,
Who devotes equality in household measures.
I need a nihilist,
Who thinks that having nothing is a leisure.

But I need you above all,
Because you are my menthol lights Pall Mall!

-dOm

Hmmm…enough of silly rhymes. Really couldn’t string together a better ending for such a cheesy poem so decided to make it dumb. (I’m smoking and writing at the same time which explains why) But then again, it really isn’t all that dumb. I thought poetry was supposed to be putting together unfamiliar words patterns in a harmonic fashion. CW bro was asking me what I really needed. My less than nonchalant answer was ‘Sex’. Good sex. Lots of sex. Lots of good sex. Share my simple pleasures. But since that doesn’t come often and aplenty, my next best choice would be tobacco. So it isn’t all that dumb a poem since there is a sense of truth in it.

But joke aside, what do I really need? It sounds too materialistic to say I need a better car than my sisters’. (Honda Integra R would do fine). It sounds too musical to say I need a keyboard. It sounds too mechanical to say I need food, water and air. It sounds too male-chauvinistic to say I need a girlfriend. dOminiC, what exactly do you really need then?

I need unconditional freedOm. And I think that is what everyone needs. The whole wide world would do a lot better with just a little more of it. FreedOm is truly my simple pleasure. Brothers, come share it with me.