By Martin H. Levinson
My love for you is like an
IPO yearning to gain traction,
a center of excellence,
an industry model hoping
to make inroads against
your pushback, your reluctance
to roll out your affections and
operationalize a paradigm shift
in your core-caring competencies
to allow a white knight to bring
to the table seamless adoration
and customer service dedication
to disambiguate your every desire,
set the night on fire, and make the
best damn omelet you’ve ever tasted
when we ramp up in the morning.
