Intolerance

 

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!