Yes, this poem is for you.
It is for you
just like all the applause
in all the world's theatres.
You're smart.
You've figured it out
and you can't forget it:
that everything is just for you.
All the king's horses,
all the king's men,
God's little green apples,
that big needle in Seattle,
flashing S.O.S. signals,
the majesty of Mount Fuji,
and the great bell that cracked in Philadelphia
because of its great peals in your honor.
You and Denny's
are both American institutions.
And no one would dare
make a move on this earth
without asking your sagely advice.
In fact, my everyday question
and the world's mission is
"What would [your name here] do?"
Oh, yes, this poem is for you, dear.
But I don't have to tell you that,
for, from the very moment
that I uncapped my pen,
you knew it would be.
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