I posit that if opposites attract
and my suppositions are fact,
the odds aren't stacked against us.
We must consider: high IQs and low self-esteem
(only dating men with Master's degrees).
Sure, you're impeccably dressed,
but I'm more impressed with
the words you stress and your best
guess at the name of that book
I'm obsessed with.
Protesting beliefs I've held with conviction,
my addiction to fiction causing friction between us
(not literally, of course, I'm forced to complain
that the source of lips curled with disdain
is your choice to refrain from such matters).
No amount of caffeine nor amphetamines
could make it seem like the machines behind
our means of reproduction could result in anything
other than mutually-assured destruction.
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