I'm begging to the God of every pretty creature
My knees content and buried beneath the lonesome snow
Diminutive is me, significant to none
Sought to be the diamond rough among the fools I know
A fan of tasting walleye and Italian fine cuisine
Artistic and abrasive, but only when in need
I'm immersed in every music without the On Demand
and I'm not so derivative to think I could command
You, and all your broken bones you hide away from me
Maybe I could speed your growth and bring you back to speed
For I shan't have the Doctorate's or even one beneath
But I am fairly confident you'd like me given time.