Lazlo

Have you lost your senses, Lazlo?    
Have you not noticed the way she stares at your wart-torn face?      
Such contempt! Such spite!    
You’re hideous, your teeth stink
She’d rather spit in your eye than into a filthy gutter      
Don’t waste time pondering your future  
There is none !!!    
   
Ponder death instead  
   
Wade into the black sea      
Stare into the fiery lake      
Forgive your birth star      
Free her of your natural misery      
      
So, you’re saying I should ask her out?      
       
Yes, Lazlo, yes.  She’s perfect.