Wisconsin

I was dead,

It was the middle of winter

When you said

"You’re fresh, but I’m so crisp,

And my doctor said I could do better,

I’m prime,

And you’re flawed."

I asked what he prescribed,

And you pulled out a bottle of

Prozac and said

"Sex drugs and rock n roll, 

Or something less exciting," 

Then you cried and I tried

To make a funny face,

You laughed anyway,

How could it be pity?

We’re both so sad that

We’re happy again,

I hope.