[Martin Elster]

Shall I compare you to the undepressed?
You kvetch about the lightest drizzling rain
as if each drop were equal to the strain
of being stung by an entire nest
of hornets. It appears you don’t feel blest
by birds or blossoms. There must be a chain
binding the serotonin in your brain,
unmoved by stars, by love, and all the rest
that give the undepressed an utter blast.
Were you a violet, you would surely wilt
from a single drop of sunlight in a day.
You bay like a crazed hound that you weren’t built
for modern times. And yet I can’t get past
how great I feel each time we have a lay.


L12 was "You moan like Miniver that you weren’t built"