Not All Is What It Seems (draft)

I love the mate as much as one possibly could
one who complains to make himself feel good
getting out might cheer him up
for sure, the occasional escape on my part
keep me sane and fit
I invite the wet blanket to tour with me
but he prefers to remain secluded
I tell him,there's nothing like travel to give you perspective
but the mate's a dour writer, who claims travel far and wide
in wordy concepts, must be a dark neighborhood his closet

Thus, I being different, keep my passport close
I'd really like to visit India and Morocco,
I think in my other life, I might have been a Bedouin
hoping it was a Bedouin male, not one of his camels
nor one of his harem.

Now, dig this
when I get back to the cellar apartment
the mate complains I never take him anywhere
that I never bring him flowers
The first is false, the second true
maybe I ought to bring the writer his due
bloody roses when I'm on mine
a gesture of thanksgiving for permitting us,
for me to fly alone... Just he try to stop me!
Why should Mapovia slink in Harvard
when tomorrow, I could be skiing
the snowy slopes of the Pyrenees

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