There are things that I cannot stand for,
so I sit. This shit, in candor,
causes feelings akin to hate.
The lactose that I can't tolerate
has me clutching both my knees,
begging of it, pretty please,
to vacate and evacuate!
The premise is, it's not too late
to change a simple way of thinking.
For some, milk is not meant for drinking.
Help me, Angel. Only you can.
I'm all alone. I'm just one man
who has an urgent need of you
when no one else's help will do
because [a pause] of your discretion
to this intimate life lesson
posed in prose with emphasis
on matters that one can't dismiss
and I certainly don't mean to preach of,
but the toilet paper is out of reach, Love!