..
This poem is a nap
-kin. Sister of the paper
towel, a place for blotting
lips and strategically placed
wine-stained rings, things
quickly written while under
the influence of one thing
or another.
May I have your number?
You can write it right here:
_____________________
Mine is infinity some days
(that’s a side-slant 8, for those
of you keeping score at home),
ground right down to zero,
others. Call me
………………………..crazy.
..
Written for Poetic Asides.
Whimsygizmo's Blog 
Snarky little poem–so enjoyable.