Aero-Smythe
I wasn’t ready,
You skinny man of talents.
I took you for granted
For so many years.
The hair on your head
Not the faintest bit thinner.
How’s Liv? I miss her.
How’s life? I miss you.
My Steve, my Liege,
My Face, your face,
My grace. Your Place?
LOVE YOU. MEAN IT.