by Michael Lutzker
Alan’s face
outer space
makes me go to my
happy place
Alan’s face
watch it flutter with such grace
to call it ugly is a disgrace
perfection of the human race
i want to see it draped in lace
grind it up and make a paste
brush my teeth with it in haste
lean in and give it a quick taste
only after i spray it with mace
Alan’s face
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David please fix: poem is missing last line in which the author restates the theme, “Alan’s face.” Also please capitalize “Alan” in the first line. This is serious poetry, and obviously the capitalization was implied in Michael’s tone of voice when reciting his work.
this is a nice poem