Come on up to my house, you said

You did not mention a dress code

I arrived in my everyday coat

and to my credit I did comb my hair

You did not mention a password

You did not mention scrutiny by mirror

I stood on your threshold, half up half downside

Although your door stood wide open

No one answered my announcing call

Friendship is a fairytale, I heard a cynic once mourn

Maybe, but I’m still a believer

Redemption knows no discrimination

Call me again sometime, should you ever find your way

out of your narcissistic self aggrandizing hall of playful infamy

I might be busy but if you beg sincerely I’ll consider

sidestepping what occupies me to hear what you’ve got to say