Not yet, it doesn’t.
You are a hard task-master. Write a simple poem, then — what, you want an “artist’s statement” from me, too?
Fine.
Remember when Charles Roast and I were
This time, he went and posted what looks like one of those pieces — ladies, you know what I’m talking about —
And after I stopped thinking, “Aw, hell no,” and then “Awwww, that’s actually kind of sweet,” and then, “But wait, it’s Chuckles…” and then thought about it some more, I knew I had to pick up on what he was throwing down, kind of like I did when he wrote about being the Beat Poet.
Now, Constant Readers, Dear Friends: Which one has more erotic allure? And who’s going to unwrap the riddle and tell me (besides chocolate) what women really want?