Communication
Balzac isn't my guy's cup of tea.
Sibelius causes him to flee.
They all say this fellow's not for me.
No rapport...
We're not mentally en rapport...
But no appreciation for Van Gogh
Can't really make me let my man go.
There are other things I value more,
Much more.

He murders the English language,
We've no common ground with books and plays.
He thinks Nikola Tesla
Was an old-time Polish wrestler,
But we communicate in other ways.

He's not one for art museums,
He doesn't like the girls Picasso draws.
You will not find him gapin'
At breasts he calls misshapen---
But we communicate on other scores.

Although there isn't much room in
His brain for acumen,
The needs of a human
Are something basic and base
That Botticelli can't replace.

He hates my symphonic music---
Whenever I play Wagner, he just squirms.
But how long can one exist on
The love duet fromTristan?
So we communicate in other terms.

                    II

He doesn't like Almodóvar,
I just don't go to foreign films these days.
A movie's only thrilling
If it's one long graphic killing---
So we communicate in other ways.

He flees from profound discussions---
He never heard of Will and Henry James;
Those dudes are new unless he
Thinks that they are Frank and Jesse---
But our communication's not in names.

Sometimes his logic appalls me,
His stubbornness galls me,
But as soon as he calls me,
I let my reasoning cease.
No poet offers such release.

He won't watch the Hist'ry Channel,
He can't sit still for education shows;
Whatever cable's costin',
It's for Goldberg and Steve Austin,
So we communicate in ways he knows.

                    III

He doesn't dig gourmet dishes
Or continental food that others praise;
I've noticed he discounts it
When he finds he can't pronounce it,
So we communicate in other ways.

He won't go to New-Age lectures,
Whenever I invite him, he explodes;
He can't stand all that talkin',
He screams when he hears "walk in"---
But we communicate in other modes.

Sometimes I find myself yearnin'
For love mixed with learnin',
But when time comes to turn in
The thirst for culture departs,
For there are more than seven arts.

He doesn't revere computers,
He says the World Wide Web is just a maze;
And yet I find I've e-mails
Of sex ads sent by females,
But we communicate in other ways.
Yes, we communicate in other ways!
 

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