so who cares?

they say you just get by and

they give themselves such airs

they say you’re really shy and

the loss is all theirs

they haven’t seen the words with which

you adorn your poetry

and the emotions that you feel are

beyond their reality

i have seen you step out of your clothes

with not the slightest hint of modesty

and the look as you undress me

has desire in its naked honesty

so they say you’re such a mess but

your poetry’s widely read

and they say you’re a wasted drunk but

you’re really good in bed