Just Because We're Gone

Dearest Carnivore,

It isn't that I find you dense,
just your reasoning could be better.
Altogether quite precious, though really.
If I had a pretty singing voice, or wait,
maybe now it's called confidence,
then I'd write you perfect melodies,
and send them to you electronically.
I remember yummy yummy
and nighttime public access television.
And the days of eye appointments
and you calling my professors,
informing them I would not be making it to class.
Now, you see, it's seven pills a day,
with an 8oz glass of filtered water.
Not watching weight, but watching you wait.

Best,
Herbivore