I asked a psychic about you
She said we were good for friends or fun,
but nothing more
But nothing more.
We’re no good for ice skating or roses,
or holding hands
What about less?
Can we subscribe to a daily selfie,
With nothing more than “hello?”
Let’s try less words.
We can edge our conversation,
and never leave the elevator
Be my dearest acquaintance.
Neither friends nor fun,
and nothing less.